Velvet Crowbar Novels & Stories

It was sharp, scratchy, like a knife dragging across glass. Jack turned his head, wincing. Emerging from the shadows of a tower of crushed washing machines was a group of figures. They weren't rats. They were humanoid, but twisted. The leader was a man—or what used to be a man—with skin the color of wet clay. His right eye was missing, covered by a crude leather patch, but his left eye glowed with a predatory yellow light. He wore armor made of flattened license plates and held a heavy, rusted iron crowbar wrapped in barbed wire.

Marcus roared, flooding her with fresh hot cum, thrusting through the sensitivity to push it deeper. They didn’t stop. He spun her, bending her over the crate and taking her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other rubbing her clit furiously. Bullets whizzed nearby. Viktor’s team was pushing in. The raw intensity pushed Pera over the edge again and again until she was sobbing with pleasure, body limp and dripping.

It was more secure, suggesting it held something important. My heart pounded as I looked around for something to force it open. After a few moments of frantic searching, I found a small crowbar tucked behind a stack of crates. With a deep breath, I wedged the crowbar into the cabinet door's seam and pushed with all my strength. The lock resisted for a moment before giving way with a sharp crack. Inside, I found several vials filled with various coloured liquids, each labelled with cryptic symbols and notes. One vial, in particular, caught my eye. A deep, iridescent blue liquid labelled "Veritas."

Engines roared to life above him, echoing through the halls. "Vandal to Scald Crow, The riders are on the roof, please tell me the bird is in the air keeping an eye on them," He leaped down the stairs where a pair of Laughing Skulls met him. Warren allowed the energy to gather around his hands. A long hockey stick appeared. In a deft move that impressed even him, the curved blade hooked them behind the ankle. The pair crashed to the ground in a heap of limbs and leather. The stick swished through the air and struck each across the temple. "What are you doing, Griff?" Zealot shouted in shock, "I thought we were on the same page," The sawed-off rested a deadly gaze on Warren's chest. "Tell me

She chimed, running her fingers through the lashes of the flogger made out of rope. Hanging the leather item back onto the rack, I walked towards the back right corner of the room where there was a big wall restraint, with a bunch of red vinyl-covered cushions placed in the shape of an X. I stood on my tippy toes to try and feel for the leather cuffs at the top.

Chapter nine Laura pov “I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’ll hear you screaming my name, Jett.” His thumb dragged across my lower lip, slow and rough. His wet mouth brushed my ear, my voice low and shaking. “I’m begging you… please.” He pulled back, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. His eyes were black with fury and something even worse need. For a second, I thought he might lose it completely. Then, like a switch flipped, he reached up and unlocked the chains around my wrists.

Zhi uttered angrily clutching the remaining person's collar, planning to strangle him. "Who are you? Do you want to fight? Huh?" the center guy stated. Seeing the color of the clock they are wearing, they snickered, "So, you lads are in the east house? You're also so aggravated which means that weakling was your teammates, heh~"

Curvy Fate in Velvet Chains Chapter 20: The Revelation Dante watched from across the crowded gala ballroom as Victor Marchetti’s hand closed around Serena’s arm. The sight sent a surge of raw fury through him so intense it nearly blinded him. His blood boiled hot in his veins. His hand instinctively moved toward the concealed weapon at his side. He was ready to strike. Ready to cross the room in seconds and end this here and now in front of every powerful person in the city. Victor touching what was his. Victor speaking to her like she belonged to him. It was too much. Too personal. The man had already taken so much from their family. He would not take Serena.