Tales Velvet Novels & Stories

Violet will never be found in your space” I whispered as I stared at her, my fingers running across her face and slightly raising her hair to reveal more of her beautiful face. “I assure you, Elena,” my voice was peaceful as I spoke, “Nothing will go wrong,” I said as I wiped out droplets of tears from her eyes Observing the dilation of her pupils, I could see a ray of hope in her. All her fears disappeared like it was never there. "I've got an appointment with Autoglow brand ambassadors, can't be late," I murmured I traced my steps to the bathroom, the cold shower cascading down my spine as I hummed the lyrics of one of my favorite songs.

Others kept whispering behind my back. “I heard he can have any woman he wants. Urgghh, that is exactly the kind of man I want.” I turned and looked straight at her then cleared my throat loudly. She faced the wall quickly and stayed silent until the doors opened. I walked into the boardroom and every seat was already taken. The room was quiet. I sat down slowly , still feeling pain on my shoulder. Mr Steve cleared his throat and started first. “We are terribly sorry, but it was possible to regain only 12 percent of your family’s assets. In the future, we recommend a major heterogeneous investment portfolio.”

“THE REVENGE” “Come along with me kids and help me with the mansion tour” Our father smiled. “Sure.” I nodded in approval. My dad started off by showing our huge front door. A front door that could accommodate a family of giraffes. “That’s huge” Caroline chuckled. We moved to our living-dining-kitchen. The living-dining-kitchen area was one spacious area with unbelievable long range mountain views from every spot. Vaulted wood ceilings, beautiful walnut floors, comfortable and quality furnishings, and plenty of amenities make for total relaxation.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

“Dear Adi, I hope you have received the box as well. It contains a few vials of some common chemicals, but it also includes a cloth. I wish I could tell you about the cloth and its design, but I fear you might be tempted not to follow what I am about to say to you. Now do exactly as I say. Go to the lab. In drawer number five, there is a red liquid. Mix it with an equal quantity of concentrated Hydrochloric Acid. Put it inside the beaker and then add the transparent liquid from drawer seven. You will see bubbles rising. Put the cloth in the mixture while the bubbles are still growing. All my files and research about this cloth are already in self-destruct mode if I do not log in for more tha

She quickly averted her gaze and looked to where Llewellyn was once standing as he walked into the forest. Lucian was still seated calmly behind her with his back against one of the trees and with her seated directly in front of him, her back to his chest. Being unable to bear the silence, Katherine finally spoke, "Tell me a story," "Milord," She quickly added wanting to remain respectful. His already deep voice was low and sounded like a hum, "You have to be more specific than that, do you wish to hear about the tales of the creatures below sea level or the creatures that plague the earth realm,"

Both of them shifted in their seats, discomfort clear in their movement. "Can you really say you haven't been doing anything to provoke her? Look at your relationship with Alpha Vaelor? Have you heard of the rumors?" Velvet said "No, but I bet you have, because you're so busy spreading them most of the time, so you should be in on all the juiciest little details," I replied

Next came Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore. Draped in shadowy velvet, she moved like silk over water. Her pale skin shimmered under a black lace veil, and villagers instinctively stepped back as her red-eyed guards flanked her on either side. Her carriage was obsidian and silent, shaped like a gothic cathedral with moonlight caught in the glass. “She drinks blood,” a boy whispered. “She drinks attention,” his sister replied. The ground trembled slightly as Nymira, Fae Princess of Thistlevale, appeared in a swirl of fluttering leaves and flower petals. Her gown looked grown rather than sewn, woven from blooming vines and crystals of morning dew.

“Tonight, your truths become your keys. Velaria is not a city of fantasy. It is a city of mirrors. What you ask will be given—and what you fear will be faced.” The attendants moved to collect the velvet pouches of gadgets, now sealed tight. They were carried from the hall, leaving the women with nothing of the outside world. The air grew thicker, heavier with every passing moment. The only sounds were the soft scrape of forks, the clink of glasses, and the faint rhythm pulsing in the background.