Umur Yeri Red Velvet Novels & Stories

Something was about to happen but what. “I guess it is time, my King.” Mercy pulled him out of his thoughts. He gazed at her and she gave him a tight smile. "Tell me who started this stupid custom?" Vladimir mumbled in a bored tone as he looked at the females dressed in different shades of red at which he barely managed not to scowl at them. Red was known to be the most desired color for a Vampire. Exotic yet enchanting. But seeing all the women dressed in red probably in trying to appear somehow appealing to Vladimir, the color lost its charm.

I agreed and heard him sigh in relief. Oh c’mon, I wasn't that difficult. “Roger that, ma’am. See you in ten, I love you,” “I love you more,” I hung up and lay on the bed. “So, you’re going cake tasting?” Funke teased with a wicked smile making me sigh. “Yep, I’m thinking red velvet and chocolate,” I replied already daydreaming about the cake and I heard Funke chuckle beside me. “I knew you wouldn’t last long in your defiance mode,” my gaze shifted to her and my brows creased.

I wasn't in the mood to get hooked up with someone in her bid to be Cupid's arrow . • "Let's bake her a red velvet cake with buttercream frosting, I've watched her eat them and can tell by heart just how much she loves them" Isabelle proudly said, as we walked through the cake items aisle of the supermarket. We have spent up to half an hour arguing over the flavour for the birthday cake as all our suggestions seem to disagree at some point. Their arguments were aggravating, what's worse is that they use the cake as an excuse to determine who was the closest to Melissa than the other.

I asked and he smiled shaking his head, all this while his eyes were fixed right on mine. "I came to get Velvet red mint cake!!" Caleb said, and I furrowed my brow at him, feeling my heart race as he mentioned that particular cake. Do they have the same favorites? Remi can leave in the middle of the night to get velvet mint cake and she can go as far as shedding tears if she doesn't get to eat it when she wants. She's obsessed with it "Mint cake...you eat it too," I stuttered, but Caleb shook his head

Rick's POV It was Amanda's birthday, I had always tried my best to make it fun in the past. These days we hardly talk, she does not want to see me anywhere around her. But then, I still wanted to be there for her today, maybe I could win her over again. Today being a special day in her life, she would not want to pick a fight. On my way to her, I stopped by a bakery. She loved red velvet and chocolate cakes. I got a box of each flavor for her. I was happy driving down to her.

"You guys are crazy!" Kath whispered to her friends, and the three of them laughed. "Can I start by offering you some Veuve Clicquot?" the pale, skinny, red-haired saleswoman struggled to say while Sebastian was instructing other girls. "What's your name again?" Harmony asked. "Mary Kelly," she repeated the information she had already provided when the customers entered the store, following instructions. "Very well, Mary, dear. I can see that you're doing your best!" Kath's friend forced a yellow smile. "But don't offer us Veuve Clicquot if we can only have a little," she criticized.

Ugh. "So, are you okay with a mixture of red velvet and chocolate cake for your wedding?" Mrs Smith asked. "Jessica seems to like that." "Yes." Justin swiftly replied, looking so out of place. It was more like his physical body was in the room, but his mind was in outer space. Also, he looked bored and he was not hiding it. "Okay… well, we are going with gold for the wedding theme color. What do you think?” “I really don’t care if the color is black.”

These panels were adorned with subtle embroidered patterns that echoed the theme of the event, creating a harmonious visual effect when paired with the bold burgundy curtains. Throughout the venue, plush cushions and elegant throws were strategically placed on seating areas. The cushions featured a medley of jewel tones - sapphire blue, emerald green, and amethyst purple - creating bursts of color against the backdrop of the rich burgundy curtains. The throws were customized with " Eleanor at 70" because she was 70 years old. The throws were equally lavish, in varying textures like faux fur and silk, adding both comfort and a tactile dimension to the decor. The interplay of these colors and

ERICA The moment we entered I saw why it was named red velvet. The whole place had only one colour as its theme, and even the waitresses with trays in their hands wore red skirts and tops. My eyes went from one place to another, taking everything in. There was a raised dance floor where a crowd was swaying to the beats of music, compared to them I looked the odd one out with the dress I was wearing as with each step I took it trailed behind me, dragging on the floor like I was on a red carpet. And everyone was wearing black while the staff was in red uniforms, the only bright splash of colour seemed to be me as I walked beside Antonio.

Never red velvet. He filled the hollow space inside me slowly and without force. "Hey, beautiful," he said from behind me. "May I have the honor of this dance?" I turned. He wore a relaxed linen shirt, and sunlight caught in his hair. He held two pistachio ice creams. "No red velvet?" I asked. "Never," he said with a smile as he handed one to me. "Only what you like, Isabella." I took a bite. The cool sweetness melted across my tongue.