Novel & Cerita The Velvet Rage Book

Then the room shifted. It was like the air snapped tighter. The music stuttered for half a second. The doors at the far end opened—and a man stepped in. He didn’t rush. He strolled, confident, as if the night belonged to him. His suit was deep gray, his dark hair slicked back, and a smile effortless. But his eyes—cold and calculating. People turned. Whispered. Smiled nervously. “The Viper,” someone murmured behind her. Celeste didn’t flow. She felt a chill move slowly up her backbone.

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you dragging them into your obsession?” Velvet didn’t flinch. Her expression remained composed, almost bored. “We don’t want them,” she repeated, her tone cool and deliberate. “This is not about claiming anything. It’s about certainty. About making sure you don’t change your mind in the future.” Her gaze flicked pointedly to Ivy. “People get sentimental. Especially women like you.” The insult slid under Ivy’s skin, sharp and personal. Her breathing turned shallow. Every instinct screamed at her to grab the paper, to tear it apart, to erase whatever cruelty Velvet thought she had the right to hold.

He seized control, forcing my bones to snap as he ignited the change. Deep green hues that swam with a fierce red furry planted themselves in front of me, halting Rage momentarily. "No! Not here! Not like this, Rage!"

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

I lunged at him. Even in my weakened and desperate condition, I moved swiftly, teeth bared, triggered by sheer, seething rage. I managed to grip his throat for one glorious moment. Then, pain exploded in my ribs. Vincent’s fist struck my side, knocking the breath from my lungs. I collapsed, gasping for breath, my vision blurring. Vincent straightened his suit with a sigh. "You’re going to be a problem, aren’t you?" I spat blood at his feet. "Go to hell."His smirk widened. "Oh, darling. I am hell."He turned to his men.

He swung back to me and snapped, “Heh. What kind of thing can you and a filthy Omega Black Werewolf even produce together? You’ll spend your whole life beneath me.” “We’ll see about that.” I imitated Kaelen’s careless tone, which succeeded in angering Damian further. Finally, after the endless reception, I practically collapsed onto the soft, enormous bed. Kaelen casually loosened the collar of his formal attire, then began removing his ornate outer coat as he slowly walked toward me. With each step he took, I sensed an overwhelming presence, and I bolted upright without thinking. “Elara, do you plan to sleep in that?”

I had to swallow every drop of humiliation, rage, blood, and tears. 'Lisa. George. Just you wait.'

She just wants to protect her and son's heart. She wore a tight fitting gown that revealed her figure with a ruffled layers skirt. It's a spaghetti strap so her shoulders are visible and her back is a little low so even her tattoo is visible. He got it tattooed in Brazil, a big rose flower it had thorns. The gown is cream in color and almost fits her body. She had a messy bun and wore a pair of black diamond earrings. She didn't put some make up because you already know.

A six-year-old Milli Velvet struggled to carry her baby brother Duran. She had to run; she had to get away from their mother, Diva Divina Velvet before she killed them too. Her brother was limp in her aching arms as she ran out into the street to get away from the drunk monster screaming and staggering after them. Car tires squealed as Milli fell down. She was sure they were going to die, about to be squished like the neighbor’s cat. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact.

Her whole body shook with rage. The big man backed up as she stormed towards the door, but halfway there, she stopped. She turned around slowly, her glowing red eyes locked on me. "What’s your fucking business with this book, huh?" she growled, every word dripping with raw hate. My mouth opened slightly. The words were stuck in my throat.