Rwby Velvet Novels & Stories

Curvy Fate in Velvet Chains Chapter 21: The Sister The car sped through the rain-slicked streets. City lights blurred past the windows in streaks of neon and gold. I sat in the passenger seat still wearing the red dress from the gala. The silk clung to my skin damp from the rain and the chaos we had left behind. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Elena drove with focused intensity. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly. She was beautiful in a sharp dangerous way. High cheekbones. Dark hair pulled back severely. Eyes that had seen too much and survived it all. She was Victor’s weapon. Raised in the shadows. Trained to obey. And she was my half-sister. A stranger who had just

Giving her one last chance to change her mind. She doesn’t. Their mouths meet slowly, deliberately, like both of them are memorising the moment. The kiss is controlled, measured, nothing frantic about it, but it steals the breath from her lungs all the same. His thumb presses lightly beneath her jaw as he deepens it, the pressure possessive without being forceful. Layla melts into him, the tension she’s been holding unraveling in one sharp, dizzying rush. When he pulls back, it’s with effort. “That,” Luca says quietly, forehead resting against hers, “is as far as I go tonight.”

Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian. ​On the balcony, Elara’s wolf began to howl in her mind. Her skin began to tingle with a violet static. Seeing Caleb’s strength, his calm dominance over her overprotective brothers was doing something to her "Star-Eater" core. ​He’s beautiful, she thought, her eyes tracing the way the runes on his shoulders glowed brighter with every strike he absorbed. ​Suddenly, Ryker and Silas landed a combined blow on Caleb’s shoulders. The ground beneath Caleb cracked, spiderwebbing across the entire hall. The power clash was so intense that the violet energy in Elara’s veins finally boiled ov

"So tonight, I intend to bid for it and give it to you." "To me?" Catherine's voice trembled. "Why? That's too expensive..." "These tools only hold their true value when used properly," William said calmly, as if stating a fact. William looked at her, moonlight like liquid silver pouring over her, casting a soft, cool glow on the black evening gown. The velvet skirt shimmered faintly in the moonlight, making her exposed shoulders and neck appear even fairer, like gardenias blooming quietly under the moon. Her profile, outlined by moonlight, revealed delicate contours, and her clear eyes seemed to hold the moonlight within.

“Grandpa’s getting impatient, Kieran. The Lattucinna Pack and the Vorreth Clan will rule everything if we merge our bloodlines. This engagement isn’t just Grandpa’s idea—I want you too. We’ve been friends since we were kids. You know I’m way more deserving of standing by your side than… that toy you dragged back from Ironveil.” Velvet circled around and came up beside my chair. Without any shame, she leaned down so her tits nearly brushed my shoulder while her slender fingers boldly trailed across my broad chest, trying to undo the top button of my black shirt. “Get your hands off me, Velvet,” I growled low, smooth as velvet but laced with such heavy Alpha threat that the air in the room sud

The vulnerability of grief laid bare, I allowed myself to express the depth of my sorrow. Jason, attuned to the shift in my emotions, pulled me into a gentle embrace. His comforting presence provided a sanctuary for the torrents of grief that poured out. "It's okay to let it out, Celicia. I'm here for you," he murmured, his words a soothing melody in the midst of the emotional storm. In that moment, surrounded by the hushed whispers of the funeral attendees, I surrendered to the waves of grief. The collective mourning seemed to echo my individual sorrow, creating a symphony of shared pain.

Velvet material that was soft to touch with such a deep red colour that made it stand out. Lucian touches the scarf and frowns. “This isn’t Dimitri’s” He stated, feeling the material again. “And it’s far too delicate to belong to an assassin.” He concluded. “Then, whose is it?” I looked Lucian in the eyes as I ask even though I know he has no answer for me.

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you dragging them into your obsession?” Velvet didn’t flinch. Her expression remained composed, almost bored. “We don’t want them,” she repeated, her tone cool and deliberate. “This is not about claiming anything. It’s about certainty. About making sure you don’t change your mind in the future.” Her gaze flicked pointedly to Ivy. “People get sentimental. Especially women like you.” The insult slid under Ivy’s skin, sharp and personal. Her breathing turned shallow. Every instinct screamed at her to grab the paper, to tear it apart, to erase whatever cruelty Velvet thought she had the right to hold.

I smile. Delete nothing. Send everything. #VelvetConfession2 tops before sun. The velvet never ends. It just changes hands.