Red Velvet Future Novels & Stories

Mr. Badmus is into real estate, he is the CEO and has a printing press company, and his wife runs a fashion home, she also offered online teaching classes to those that are interested in creating their unique styles. The couple is always on the move, busier than the word busy itself. They had a son, talking about their only son, Johnson who will be three years old by June. He has five extra months to be a big boy. The boy usually plays with the workers at the fashion house whenever he comes back from school.

“After all we’ve done for you?” She looked up slowly. “You mean all you’ve taken from me?” Julian crouched beside her. “We’re giving you a choice. Stay on the floor… or stand beside the future.” She laughed—dry, cracked. “You don’t have a future. Just a recycled game with the wrong players.” Julian’s eyes narrowed. “You’re wrong.” “You think Gabe’s your partner?” she continued, voice low. “You think he’ll stay loyal once the Americans back him instead of you?”

"Crystal, come on, one more song!" Greta grabbed my wrist, laughing over the music and the low buzz of the party. This wasn't just any club—it was an exclusive rooftop lounge, bathed in warm light, glass walls reflecting the city skyline. The kind of place where people seemed more focused on being admired than actually enjoying themselves. "Greta, stop. I'm exhausted." I leaned closer so she could hear me. "I have an important interview tomorrow. I can't show up looking like I survived a war."

Rosa said "That reminds me that I need your help to select my outfits. I am so confused between some of them" Rosa was beaming but suddenly her smile faded and her lips formed a tight line. Sofia immediately understood what was wrong. She turned and saw Kaylee coming together with her group of friends towards Alex Silvius and Tyler Cosmos. Alex had jet black hair always gelled to perfection, deep blue eyes with a heavy stubble looking way mature than his age. He also had a few tattoos on his arms with a muscular body. He looked like he hit the gym everyday whereas Tyler had dirty blonde hair which remained a bit messy with brown eyes, athletic well built body and a light scruffy beard. Kayle

Rhett was holding up a glass of juice, asking if she was thirsty. Me? Zane took my hand and led me onto the stage. Mr. Jordan took the microphone again. "Tonight isn't just a welcome home party for my son Zane." "It's also to officially introduce his fiancée—Freya Corleone, heiress of the family." "Save the date—eighth of next month. Drinks are on us." Thunderous applause. A wave of congratulations. From the food area came a sharp crash—a plate and a glass shattering at once, followed by a yelp as Daisy got splashed on the foot.

"Then I'll take you to try on clothes tonight! I just bought a black dress, it'll suit you perfectly!" Seeing her friend's excited expression, Catherine couldn't help but smile. Although my leg injury hasn't healed yet, and the future is still quite uncertain. But at least for now, I have friends, good food, and the hope of getting that set of repair knives back. Life doesn't seem so bad after all. However, she didn't know that. Fate loves to play tricks. This upcoming banquet will once again draw her into that bizarre and glamorous world of fame and fortune. Push towards that man with deep eyes and the scent of cedar.

“She will advance nicely if she follows every rule.” After the meeting Damien helped me dress and led me out of the chamber. My legs felt weak but my mind stayed sharp. While he spoke briefly with one member I quickly pulled out my phone and recorded a short secret voice note in my pocket. “Velvet Board is a secret society collecting pets for pleasure and power. They have strict rules and watch everything,” I whispered fast before hiding the phone again. We returned to the upper levels but my heart jumped when Damien checked his own phone. His face darkened suddenly. “Elena, did you record anything in there?” he asked in a sharp tone. “The Board just messaged me about unusual phone activity

They even needed to pick out suits for the groomsmen and dresses for the bridal party. I frowned immediately, and Catherine caught it. She crossed her arms and shot me an impatient look. "Bella Brown, are you that unwilling to do a little work?" Every time she was upset, she'd call me by my full name. In the past, I'd always swallowed it, telling myself she was my younger sister. But this time, I didn't feel like giving in. I answered flatly, "I have work tomorrow. I don't have time." It was an excuse, but also the truth.

But his third eye will give light under a fire on him. Is Zerryl the future prepossessing woman of Eric? Please be ready for the incoming chapters.

I said. "Good idea. You'll get all of that information tomorrow. We would use it to make him tell the truth and if he doesn't say anything tomorrow,we kidnap his wife and child." He said and I left his room. I'm going to get the truth out of that bastard tomorrow and I'll be free from this bondage that I'm in. "Finally." I said and I exhaled and inhaled. I went to the room and Mia was not there as usual. She's definitely be in the club. I bounced on the bed and slept off.