Tales Velvet Novels & Stories

She gripped the counter, nausea rising. The collar was the exact shade of red Valerio had called her slip last night. Crimson. Blood and silk. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a message. Cael had eyes on her. And he knew. Valerio’s past hadn’t just caught up to him. It had slithered into their present, wrapped in velvet and poison. When Valerio returned, the first thing he saw was Sera, curled in a chair, the note on the table beside her.

“Let Vale watch how a real man claims his property.” Two guards stepped forward. One grabbed the remnants of the shirt she wore, ripping it open. Pera struggled wildly, kicking and clawing, but strong hands pinned her arms. Cold air hit her fully exposed breasts, her nipples tightening instantly. Rough fingers groped her ass and slid between her legs, spreading her pussy lips for the cameras. “Still dripping with his cum,” one laughed. “We’ll fix that.” Marcus roared like a caged beast, chains rattling violently as he fought the tasers and restraints holding him. “Touch her and I’ll rip your fucking hearts out!” Blood ran down his temple from a fresh gash, but his eyes burned with murderous

He took the waist belt from my robe and wrapped it around my head, covering my mouth. He opened my robe, making it drop to the floor. He looked me up and down, breathing heavy. He grabbed my hair and pulled to the bed where he bent me over. I grabbed the duvet and pulled it over me, but he ripped it off me and smacked me with his leather, leaving a massive red mark on my ass.

Lina suddenly said, as she gave Amaia a red, velvet envelope. “What’s this?” Amaia curiously asks her Boss. "Just open it." Amaia opened the velvet envelope. “You are invited for the black, white and red theme party of the century. This is for the Thanksgiving and Victory party for MORSE's latest album “Different Colors” which consistently tops the music charts. Please celebrate with us. See you at Club Z!" After reading the invitation, she looked at her Boss again... "Don’t tell me---?” Amaia wasn't able to finish her sentence when Boss Lina spoke again.

But today I was thoroughly transfixed by the way the peach-colored bra offset her lovely, creamy skin. I wanted to know if she had peach-colored panties. “Up,” I told her, nodding at her skirt. Tess said, “Yes, Sir,” and raised the thing up to her waist. My eyes went wide. My jaw dropped. I gulped. My secretary wasn’t wearing peach-colored panties. In fact, she wasn’t wearing a damn thing under that skirt. Not even pubic hair—not a whisper of it. Her red lips twisted in a smile. She panted slightly, obviously pleased. “I shaved this morning after you left for work,” she said. “Do you like it?”

Is this one of the techniques she learned from her mother? "Haaaahaaa...Please, put it out on me, Allan-sama" Cecil who seems to have flipped her switch requested it too. Imagining myself spraying semen on their beautiful faces got me even more excited. "...! I, cant, coming out, soon!" I, already at my limit conveyed to them. Both listened to me and strengthened their breast-fucking further. "Nnn...Huhaaa, Prince's twitching, so hot" "Is it ready to come out? Please, let out lots and lots!"

(Name of the chemical Jessica prepared to help us resist the urge for blood feasting and also enable us walk freely during the day time) Anna said pointing at Tessy, she got really burnt due to her bracelet that got washed as a result of the rain that fell earlier today, I quickly rushed towards Tessa, she is a younger vampire compared to us so it will take her time before she fully regenerate, so I aided her by biting my arm, blood gushed out of it, I gave it to her to drink, healing her faster (Vampire bloods heal but older vampire bloods heals faster depending on the age), her body healed in no time "We really need a permanent end to this I said as I vamp sped back to Linx, surprisedly, h

Her feet carried her down halls she wasn’t meant to know, guided by something between instinct and defiance. She reached the tower. The door was unlocked. That terrified her more than if it had been sealed. Inside, stairs spiraled upward. She climbed. Each step felt like crossing into something that didn’t belong to her. At the top was a single room. In the center stood a table. On it lay a book bound in dark red velvet. The Velvet Oath. Her hands trembled as she touched it. The cover felt warm. She opened it. The pages were not stories.

“You two know about snow-velvet dye?” Elijah nodded proudly. “We saw it in a book. It says it comes from your northern place and it’s very rare.” Then he added with a tiny frown, “We need the right aura to mix it.” Caleb pushed his hands forward, as if ready to work already. “We can do it, Uncle. We’re smart.” Vincent snorted softly, an amused sound I hadn’t heard from him in years. “That much is true.” Then he turned to Myra. “Do you want to go?”