Novel & Cerita The Velvet Rage Book

Oblivious to her hatefully glaring into the darkness. Anger made her temperature rise and her breathing speed. “Careful sweet. Your heat is going up. You know how our kind tend to burn up.” Reaching up he stroked a finger down her cheek. She jerked from his grip. “Oh...” He clucked in his cheek. “Little late now to pretend you don’t like my touch.” He yanked her closer against him. Letting her feel the reaction her fury had elicited. She was nearly steaming with rage.

In that instant, I wanted to reveal her true colors to the whole world. Jason smirked smugly and reached his hand into my shirt collar. I returned my senses with a shudder. Suddenly, I kicked him hard in the groin, grabbed the thumb drive from his hands, and ran like my life depended on it! He crouched down in pain, roaring furiously at me, “You’re dead, Cheryl Summers! Let’s see how long you can stay first in the class!” When I got home, I immediately put the thumb drive into my computer.

Once the team is done with us, I give myself a one over and smile, now this is the Storm Burgesse the people know, the accessorized me perfectly to match my grey and black dress, it’s backless with a low dip and hugs me perfectly, accentuating the hips, boobs and butt. Merce cat calls me and I shake my head at her, she’s dressed in red and gold while my mom is dark blue and silver, we take a group photo together before heading out the door, I’m sure the men are dressed and impatiently waiting on us downstairs. Okay girls, age before beauty so the old lady goes first

He had hunted a swan and realized too late she was a falcon. "Sir, the board is calling. The wedding was live-streamed. The stocks are—" "I don't care about the stocks," Rage hissed, turning around. His gray eyes were glowing with a terrifying, obsessive light. "She has the digital key. She has my secrets. And she thinks she’s free." He walked over to a map of the coastline, his finger tracing the jagged edges of the cliffs. "She thinks she can run from a man who remembers the scent of her skin from a mile away?" Rage let out a low, dark laugh that chilled the bones of everyone in the room. "Let her run. Let her feel the wind. Let her think she’s won."

I growl at her, trying to understand how she could be happy when everything has gone straight to hell so fast. ‘We can save them! We can save them all, take it from Raven as she drains the rest and give it to them, use your aura,’ Clover urges making me look around to see the vampires all dropping and dying one by one as Raven’s power continues to grow. “I’m sorry Raven,” I whimper, letting my claws escape my fingers burying them into her sides making her whimper and hold me tight against her. “Liliana!” Embry screams, getting up to rip us apart, for Vaari to restrain him with Alpha Benjamin’s help.

The rain outside pounded harder against the windows, as if echoing the storm raging in Violet’s chest. She lean more to the counter, tears streaking down her cheeks, trying to catch her breath. Her entire world had just collapsed. Christian’s words echoed in her ears, his cold indifference seared into her mind. “It’s over.”

A deluge of works scattered throughout the room and hours spent conjuring up concept after concept, yet nothing stuck the way I thought it would. It wasn't that I didn't love every bit of meaning and intention I had put into Femme de Sexe, but a novel inclination that I wanted more than surface-level exploration. There was a personal aspect still missing. Settling on the last piece, a book medium, I found the donation rather peculiar. The only thing that tilted the cover were the words Sine Qua Non in embroidered cursive. Sifting through the pages revealed that it was a journal filled with excerpts and prose, possibly love letters of intimacy exchanged between two people.

Charlie didn’t have time to breathe— much less decide which emotionally complicated alpha deserved the next chapter of her life. Because her power chose that moment to behave like an untrained fire hose of moonlight. It surged up her spine, pooling at the base of her skull, and the world tilted— silver, cold, alive. “Oh NO,” Charlie squeaked, “this is a bad feeling—this is an extremely bad feeling—” Rivener lunged toward her, instincts pure protection.

The kind of rage you pray with. “So we teach them what gone really feels like,” Draven said. His voice lacked any emotion. No anger. Just acceptance. Like it was already done. Like it was inevitable. Storm had rolled in, painting the sky outside a pewter hue. Flakes of snow danced against broken glass, swirling with white, winter coming late in the season. But in this fractured ruin of structure tucked away between Draven and me and the crumbling world outside, winter never came. Would never come. Fire was forever.

Anger burned within me, rage made my stomach churn as I grabbed the steering tighter. When I arrived at his house, I barged in without bothering to knock. There he was, sitting shirtless, his back was so smooth, without blemish and shone. My body vibrated, my lips longed to plant a line of kiss down the arch of his spinal cord. I closed my eyes and shook my head from side to side, “That's enough.” I muttered to myself and regained composure. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” I asked, my tone loud and hot.