Novel & Cerita Teori Red Velvet

For the past centuries, Soles from either sides hadn't found the Vermilion yet. This Vermilion was the one power that could stop the other. This was the reason as to why the world had still been experiencing two opposing forces; light and dark, good and evil. Because no one had succeeded in finding the power source Vermilion yet. This was the reason why the Vermilion was so important to be found and be kept, especially by the Ibawnons, so as to maintain the balance of the world. For if the Malignobons would have it, nothing but darkness and chaos would surely be spread to the whole world.

He stole a few pecks from her, but that was it before he took on a serious attitude, staring at her and beginning a short speech. "I didn't prepare anything for today, I'm not going to wear any costume, and I'm not going to use handcuffs or ties, Kath. I brought you here because it's where it all started, where you tied me so many times, physically, and also, unknowingly, tied me in a much broader sense, you know? Figuratively?" he asked, smiling, and she nodded, looking at her boyfriend with curiosity. "So, I think this is where I should tie you too... bind you in every way. Here and now, if you let me, I want to put on you the only handcuff that really matters to me." Taking a deep breath,

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.

At exactly 8:00, I knocked on Axel Valentin's office door. The brushed steel nameplate read his name, and below, in smaller letters, his title: Founder & CEO – Aurelian Group. "Come in." The moment I stepped inside, the impact was immediate. The office occupied the corner of the top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the heart of Rome. The décor was minimal, almost severe. No photographs, no personal touches to distract. Everything spoke of control.

“I think I’ll go with that. And maybe a few daisies to add a bit of whimsy.” They spent the next hour going back and forth—figuring out the menu, debating the right choice for the cake, and deciding on the perfect music playlist. They disagreed on some things, like whether the band should play live jazz or acoustic music, but the little arguments only deepened their connection. “I still don’t understand why you want vanilla with strawberry filling,” Gabriel said, his brows furrowing playfully as he jotted down his notes. “Red velvet is where it’s at.” “Red velvet is overrated,” Lydia shot back with a laugh. “Vanilla is classic, light, and fresh—perfect for the warm weather. Red velvet is all

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."

I asked, looking at him with a puzzled look on my face. “No, I wanted it to be only the top shots, no lower class.” He replied, leaning close. “What?” Donald exclaimed in a confused tone. “You didn't mention any of these, besides we need enough boobs, asses and muscles at the party.” He said, winking at Nathaniel. “Or do you want it to be filled with just the old school top shots you want?” I asked, as I broke into a loud laughter while the rest joined me. “Happy birthday, Daniel and Nathaniel.” A pretty redhead said, as she passed us.