Rwby Velvet Novels & Stories

He took my vulnerability and nrtured it, allowing me to indulge in every thrill I craved. And for that, no amount of thank yous Could have ever sufficed. Steadying his hand on my waist, he continued to mercilessly drag himself in and out of me, causing my eyes to roll back as he hit every single needy spot. Aside from the power of my safeword, whichI had no intention of using, the risky position I was in entailed that I had no option but to keep taking each brutal stroke,

The dusk-blue velvet was the colour of the western horizon at the small last hour before night, and it fell from her thin shoulders in a long careful soft line, and the cut at the throat was high and round and modest and was edged with a small careful line of pale silver thread that did not catch the eye but caught the soft autumn afternoon light from the tall windows in a way that made the velvet look very faintly as if it were lit from the inside. Ysolde brushed Elowen's dark hair until it shone the way it had shone in the small chamber at Vayne Hold when she had been a girl, and Ysolde pinned it back loosely with two small carved silver combs that had been in a small velvet box in the bot

We were sitting in my study room; I was discussing with them how to make it up to Rayne. "Rayne! She adores red velvet," Olivia elaborated. She was sitting horizontally on the dark blue recliner I had in my study. Her hair was dangling, touching the ground. Roland was sitting on the couch, in a normal position, unlike how Olivia was sitting. "Take red velvet cupcakes with you. That MIGHT make her forgive you faster," she said as she played with a long strand of her blonde hair, twirling it around her fingers, while she kept making bubbles with the gum she was chewing.

She said to me when I replied out loud to something she had thought about. “Privacy doesn’t really exist between mates, it’s the point of bonding our minds and souls together. I almost lost you, just let me have this.” “Suddenly, our mate bond and its purpose means something to you? You’re Gavrael Wulfric, no one lets you have anything, you take what you want, when you want it, and how you want it. Who am I to deny you what you want now just because I have a few bruises?” She said disdainfully.

Rowan’s POV My eyes didn't leave the silhouette stumbling through the rain toward me. I leaned against the matte-black hood of my SUV, the cold drizzle soaking into my tactical shirt, but I didn't feel the chill. I felt her. Veda Bennett was a flicker of dying light in the middle of a graveyard, her white dress stained, her hair plastered to her cheeks. She should have been halfway to the High-Rise by now. I’d given her the exit. I’d given her the escape. Instead, the stubborn little fool had gone back inside to face the wolves who had just finished tearing her heart out.

he also shook his hand with Guinevere's. "Hi, Seth! It's also nice to see you!" Guinevere smiled and twitched her lips after. The freezing blow of the winter wind quivered her slender body. Who said she had to wear a micro mini skirt and long boots? Her blouse was a turtle neck knitted long sleeves and she warmed herself with a long coat but didn't also bother to button it. "Sir?!" Seth opened the backseat door and I let Gwenny get in first. The car's roof was high, we didn't need to bend our bodies when we got in or out of it. I sat opposite Gwenny but the latter hastily sat beside me and intertwined her fingers with mine.

“Has he recovered?” Britney’s heart quaked in fear at Waverly’s eerie tone, and she fearfully replied, “Not for now. The ME substance from the cobra was used up. It didn’t cause any effect at all, so he’s yet to recover completely. Nonetheless, they’re now capturing more cobras to extract the ME substance.” “Curse it all!” Waverly’s gaze darkened maliciously as she clenched her phone tightly. How could things be so unfair?

She says, glancing at Aurora who is watching TV. She surely likes to watch anime. Velvet thinks. " You should have it over to the person who is supposed to receive it. Don't you?" Velvet looks at Jacob with a grit. He clearly knows that she wants to ask for forgiveness. To torture her, he is doing it. Velvet silently grabs the gift and walks in the living room. Seeing Aurora fine and healthy, she sighs in relief and places the gift on the table. " Grandpa Bromley wants you to have this. This is his family heirloom!" She says, almost panic striking her head.

But she remembered the rabbit’s heartbeat, the way the forest had sung in her blood, the hunger that hadn’t belonged to her. “I…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t want this.” “No one does,” Rowan said simply. “But wanting doesn’t change the bloodline.” “The bloodline?” Rowan straightened, expression shadowed. He moved to a shelf, pulling down an old leather-bound book. The cover was cracked, its edges worn smooth with use. He laid it on the table, opening it to a page marked by a ribbon of faded red cloth. The illustration made Evelyn’s stomach twist. A man—human—stood beneath a crescent moon, his body splitting apart, fur and claws erupting from his skin. Around him, others knelt, bound in chai

She stood behind the bars, breathing hard, tears running down her face, her head heavy. Slowly, she touched the bruises around her throat. Her fingers trembled. Your throat will remember my hand. Velveta squeezed her eyes shut. “No…” She slid down the wall. Princess Aeryl will return, she whispered. “No.…” Her hands covered her ears. She will ask to see you. Velveta began sobbing again. And somewhere inside her chest, her heart continued beating. Her lungs continued breathing. She was alive. Exactly as the strange woman had promised. For now....