Novel & Cerita Velvet Crowbar

He convulsed once, then went still. Velvet, who the fuck was this velvet of a person that Boris didn't know of him. That word again. Project Velvet Fang. Was he part of it? Or just another cog? I dragged the body to the far corner of the bunk and pulled up the floor panel where I’d hidden older kill tools. Acid vial, two knives, one rope wire, one steel saw — all wrapped in cloth. I picked the vial. No cleanup. No evidence. Just dissolve and flush.

"Oh, no, no, no. See, you don't get to make demands. Not anymore. You had your chance to be a good little pet. You blew it." Caleb paced toward her, his heavy boots sounding unnervingly loud on the concrete floor. He stopped just inches away, close enough she could smell the familiar, sickening mix of whiskey and a metallic, unwashed scent on his breath. His gaze raked over her, a possessive, violating touch that made her want to vomit. "I'm the head of the Vultures now. Old man Vick? Gone. Out of the picture. I run this crew. And you? You're gonna wish you'd stayed mine. You're gonna wish you never fucked me over, Sarah Langston."

I ignore him and turn to bar duty. There are cases of beer and pop under the counter. The newly bought hard liquor is lined up against the back wall. There's a club emblem on that same wall above the bottles. It's the same one the club members wear on their vests. It's actually pretty damn cool, but fuck if I tell any of them that. It's a crow on motorcycle handlebars with two skulls in front. Desert Crows is written on a banner across the top. The design is in a black circle. It looks ominous, which is what the person who designed it was going for.

he narrated. He spluttered along the way in his speech, but paused to swallow hard before he proceeded. "The artifacts used were the Moonstone from the werewolves..." He paused, giving Rya a short gaze from where he stood. "The Crown of thorns from the Lycans, the Crimson heart from the vampires, the Serpent's eye from the witches covens, and... And the Dragon's tear." "Where's the Dragon's tear gotten from?" I cut in sharply from the side, taking the words off his mouth.

The study is nothing like the rest of the penthouse. It’s darker, more enclosed, the walls lined with shelves full of books that don’t look decorative. Hardcovers with worn spines. Titles that suggest strategy, history, economics. The desk is heavy wood, solid and unadorned, its surface neat to the point of severity. Papers are stacked in precise piles. A leather notebook lies open beside a crystal tumbler, amber liquid catching the light. And next to it, unmistakable even at a glance, is a gun.

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

“I'm not scared of you, my little pretty pet. You came at the wrong time, baby, you see this masterpiece right here? It would soon be auditioning for the state's best art. So, I have to give it priority.” “Elias!” I yelled, “I'm not your pet, do not call me any other names apart from Crane.” I warned and quickly pulled out the gun from my waist band. “Swear to me that you do not like those names flowing from my tongue. The same tongue that could take your entire body to see the stars. You can't possibly kill me now, wait till I've shown you just what you deserve, then you can kill me, my sweet sugar plum. Just put the gun down.”

I looked down at her, my face inches from hers, letting her feel every bit of the monster she had tried to flee. ​"Listen to me, Velvet," I hissed, the nickname sounding like a threat. "I have spent my life making sure no one touches what is mine. And you are the most precious thing I own. Do you have any idea what I had to do in that alleyway while you were playing 'escape artist'?" ​She tried to twist her wrists, a small, futile whimper escaping her lips. "Xavier, stop—"

“Brother Xelo, did I not warn you that I would not forgive you if you give me a trash item?” Brother Xelo held his abdomen in pain and said, “Sister Juliet, this is a misunderstanding. Look carefully, this is not a normal crossbow.” Taking the crossbow out of the box, he continued, “Sister Juliet, this is the world’s most overpowered crossbow—the invisible XLT crossbow. It was made by a famous American crossbow company called the Family Spiritual Lords Company. It’s definitely a good crossbow.” Juliet got excited after she heard Brother Xelo’s explanation. She then took the crossbow from his hands.

unless we want them to. The thin black belt, perfect for binding wrists or leaving welts. The velvet-lined cuffs from Vincenzo, etched with runes that glow faintly in the candlelight. Valentino's contribution—a slim, obsidian-handled knife, its edge honed to draw sighs or screams. Each one handpicked for her. Our little mate. Our forbidden nun, cloaked in innocence we're dying to corrupt. Our princess, destined to rule from a throne of our twisted desires.