Shaggy X Velma Novels & Stories

"Velma, you say. See, the thing is, she explicitly told me that you're the last person she wanted to see, Mr. Lund." He was at a loss for words. As fate would have it, Velma had just finished handling a matter outside and walked through the entrance of Starlight Media. Her high heels clicked on the gleaming tiles with a steady rhythm. When she saw Xavier, she held her briefcase and sneered. "Mr. Lund, what are you doing here, instead of making the most out of your marriage? "We have been fooled once, but we've learned our lesson. You won't find us grooming another ungrateful celebrity the way we did with Violet. If you're trying to search for a mistress, this is the last place you should loo

He felt a sudden, dark impulse screaming at him to grab her, to rip off her beautiful red clothes, and force himself on her right now. Shawn was utterly scared. He tried to shake his head to clear his vision, but his mind was rapidly turning into a foggy mess. He couldn't even form a coherent string of words anymore. Every time he tried to focus on his proposal speech, images of Valeria's naked body flashed vividly behind his eyes, driving him completely insane with a desperate thirst. Valeria, who was standing right in front of him, was also starting to feel strange. A slight, uncomfortable headache was beginning to pulse behind her temples, making her feel a little dizzy and warm. She noti

Valko scowled and Velma chuckled. “It’ll be alright. Duran’s mate is a human, and they seem to be doing fine,” she pointed over to Shelly and Duran, who were making out in a corner like crazy. Valko grunted. His eyes then went back to his mate, trying to stick her hand down the guy’s pants. “You should leave. I’ll go talk to them,” Velma suggested. She knew her brother’s wolf would rip whoever that guy was apart. Valko took one more longing look at the pair.

Velma, my former sexual partner, walked into my room unannounced. It had been months since we had last seen each other, and I couldn't help but notice that she looked different. Her hair was dyed a bright shade of red, her makeup was heavy and excessive, and her clothing seemed to be more revealing than I remembered. Despite my discomfort, I tried my best to remain polite and carry on a conversation with her. She greeted me warmly and began to make small talk, but her intentions soon became clear. Velma started to flirt and touch me seductively, clearly hoping to reignite our sexual relationship.

“I’m just thinking about the baby.” Velma’s eyes widened, and she leaned forward like I’d just handed her the juiciest piece of gossip. “What about the baby? Are you scared it’s gonna be ugly? 'Cause I was a cute baby.” I nearly choked on my laughter. “Velma! No, that’s not what I’m scared of.” She smirked. “So you are scared.”

The screen froze on Vivienne’s face, bruised, backlit in red stage light. And just beneath it, a watermark: Velvet_Stage9/RecoveredArchive. Stage 9? There was no Stage 9. Or so she thought.

"Really? That's great news! How did it happen?" Zayn quickly filled her in on the details of the arrest, and Scarlett nodded approvingly. "That's impressive work." Zayn then turned his attention to Viggo with a curious expression. "By the way, is Scarlett...?" Viggo finished Zayn's question with a nod. "Yes, she's a werewolf too." Scarlett raised her hands in mock shock. "Well, well, looks like the cat's out of the bag." Zayn grinned, feeling intrigued. "So, it's not just you two?"

I was never going to get that paper done. "The Mistress, as you've been calling her and Sharra are one and the same." He brushed at his ear, grooming himself. "I knew that already," I said, shaking cat hair off my book, even though there wasn't any. "I see." He blinked, watching me a few moments. "What I don't know is how Velencia and Arthur fit." I caught him up to speed and asked Gatsby what he thought. He didn't respond right away and I waited. I couldn't un see the vampires' faces when Sharra raised them from the dead with her blood. I returned to my seat. "Well?" I prodded.

Winnie asked, although she acted calm, her heart was beating pretty bad. "Should I remind you what you did on the day of our class reunion?" Velma asked with a raised brown. "You know what, I will just remind you." "You drugged me, arranged for two gigolos to rape me, if I hadn't walked in the wrong room that night, I would have long died." Velma said. Although a lot of time has passed, she could not help but tremble at the thought of what could have happened if she had not walked in the wrong room.