Redvelvet X Jelly Bean Novels & Stories

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

"Youve got until your next birthday. If you don't fall in love with me by then. I'll let you go. That's a promise I stood up to leave. He caught me easily. Pushed my back against the wall. Breaths mixing up. His lips brushed mine. His hands moved over my breasts. Slow. Like he had been waiting forever. Then he slid them up into my hair. "You feel that?" he whispered. "Thats how bad I want you." Before he could go further, the door opened. His business partner walked in. Jett released me, gave orders for his staff to attend to all my needs, and left.

Purple was her favorite color—her hair, her phone case, even her room was decorated in shades of purple. Pulling on a purple hoodie and grabbing her headphones, Velia stepped out of their small apartment. They didn’t have much, but Hardin made sure she lacked for nothing, from education to little luxuries. She considered taking her bicycle but decided against it since the grocery store wasn’t far. Walking quickly, she slipped on her headphones and started playing her favorite BTS song, Run. "Run, bulletproof, run. Yeah, you gotta run," she sang along happily, her voice carrying through the quiet street.

pretense. She’s still fighting it. My little enemy captive, the one who used to glare at me like I was the devil himself. Now she’s wearing the color I chose for her, blushing because I fed her from my spoon. One week away and she’s already cracking. Good. I want her addicted before she even realizes she’s mine. I leaned across the table again, spooning another slow bite of cake. “Open for me, Velvet.” Her dark eyes flicked up, a mix of defiance and something hotter. “You’re really enjoying this power trip, aren’t you?”

“Velvet isn’t a club. It’s a stage. One that was never meant to free us. Only to train us. My sister didn’t disappear. She was drafted into a war that doesn’t wear medals. Her body was currency. Her voice, collateral. And I became the ransom.” She reached into her coat and pulled something out: the drive Judge Maddox gave her. She slotted it into the stream. The feed fractured just for a moment as file overlays appeared. Images. Video. Names. Real ones. Senator Kyle Vern. Evelyn Draith. Dominic Wade. Dozens more. Faces aligned to masked IDs from archived Velvet nights. Penelope’s voice burst through: “We’re spiking at 3.2 million viewers. Mostly private networks. Encrypted watchers.”

As if he would ever give any kind of serious thought to any one human for any other reason than sustenance he required from them. "I want to play beer pong, let's go take a number Suze!" Violet was ready to party in every sense of the word and beer pong was one of her favorite ways to get down. She dragged Suzie along towards the keg for a third refill, Suzie was busy searching for Darren, though she would never admit how much she really liked him, or the fact that she put on those stilettos cause she knew he loved them on her. Violet knew just how much he really meant to her though, what kind of friend would she be if she didn't know Suzie's true feelings.

Midnight, twelve o'clock. The private club "The Vault" in downtown Seattle. This place was the social ground for the top circle, membership-based, with extremely high privacy. There was no ear-splitting electronic music, only a top jazz band humming softly, the sound of the cello flowing slowly in the air, yet it couldn't soothe the irritability in William's heart. William sat in the corner booth, his slender fingers playing with an empty wine glass, his expression lazy, but his eyes revealing an indescribable boredom.