Novel & Cerita The Velvet Rage Book

--- He walked across the room in three massive strides. Sera barely had time to react before he was looming over her — gigantic, hot, and potent. Valerio reached down and opened the box with a snap of the lid. Inside, resting against black velvet, was a collar. Black leather. Streamlined. One silver ring in the middle. Simple. Beautiful. Irrefutably possessive. Her knees turned to water. --- "No," Sera breathed, stepping back. "I'm not. I'm not some pet you can just—"

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Curvy Fate in Velvet Chains Chapter 21: The Sister The car sped through the rain-slicked streets. City lights blurred past the windows in streaks of neon and gold. I sat in the passenger seat still wearing the red dress from the gala. The silk clung to my skin damp from the rain and the chaos we had left behind. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Elena drove with focused intensity. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly. She was beautiful in a sharp dangerous way. High cheekbones. Dark hair pulled back severely. Eyes that had seen too much and survived it all. She was Victor’s weapon. Raised in the shadows. Trained to obey. And she was my half-sister. A stranger who had just

Elena knelt in the center of the cleared space, her bare knees pressing into the cold, gritty surface that still carried the faint metallic tang of old machinery oil. She wore nothing but a thin leather collar cinched tight around her throat, its buckle etched with a custom pattern she'd designed herself: interlocking chains dissolving into droplets. No blindfold tonight. Marcus wanted her to see everything.

He looks past me and to the wall. I turn back just in time to see silhouettes of faceless women stretching the wallpaper and reaching out to me. "No, no. This is... no." He pushes me and the hands stretching through the wallpaper grab me, pulling me inside the wall. "I'm sorry. I'm... sor—" One of the hands covers my mouth and pulls, muffling my cries. My screams are muffled until my body is past the wall and my face is the only thing left. "Chelsea."

Victoria still had them. I stared past the circle of stones Elara had carved into the clearing, watching the treeline for movement that never came. My senses should’ve been sharper now — battle-honed, strengthened by the bond reawakened between Sophia and me. But they weren’t. Everything inside me felt… clouded. Or maybe not clouded. Maybe just caged. That was the thing about real rage — the kind that dug itself down into your spine and lived there. It didn’t explode. It condensed. And it was condensing now.

His eyes flicked to Cole and it seemed intentional as he said, “And so do I.” Hailey peeked at me and waved her fingers, her anxious eyes darting toward Cole. ‘Bye, Violet.’ Check out my new book CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and BRIDE TO BE. @Gupta

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Rage coiled inside me, hot and uncontrollable, but I forced myself to keep flipping through the pages — Until I reached the very last one. And then, in sharp, haunting ink, the words stared back at me: Were you able to satisfy your curiosity? You will find nothing. The Black Book holds no history of the Mafias. Make your investigations and find out the truth. Also, The Syndicate Ledger… A guttural roar tore from my throat as I hurled The Black Book across the room. It hit the wall with a sharp crack before crashing to the floor. The rage inside me exploded. I stormed across the room, knocking over everything in my path.

Instead of placing the receiver on the telephone, I place it on the table so that whoever calls might find it engaged all through. George is already naked when the irresistible blonde let's herself in, locking the door behind her. “What the fuck?” George gasps. “She's hot, isn't she?” I tease. “Ofcourse she is!” “Hello handsome.. ” Carmela teases as she lifts her micro mini to expose her deliciously brown thighs. George pounces on her with all his might and almost tears her tiny skirt off. I don't want to be a witness to whatever happens next therefore I tuck the documents securely under my skirt and walk out, winking at the blonde whose hands are already on the table, bending over as George