Velvet Ribbon Novels & Stories

The feel of the dress was as soft as a whispered secret, a chill sensation that tingled her fingertips. The final piece was a stunning red number that commanded attention. Crafted from a luxurious velvet, it was as rich and dark as a ruby, the bodice hugging close to the body before flaring out into a full skirt. The neckline was traced with intricate gold embroidery, glistening against the deep red like the flame of a phoenix. Running her hand over the velvet, it felt as smooth and inviting as the petal of a rose, the fabric warming beneath her touch.

Beyond the gates, the driveway was lined with cars so polished they gleamed like obsidian. Valentina stepped out first, her heels clicking against the flagstones. The gown Dante had sent arrived hours earlier: emerald silk, a color that screamed wealth but whispered poison. The cut was sharp, daring, its slit high enough to invite whispers, its neckline low enough to command attention. She’d painted her lips crimson again. Her rebellion, her brand.

His training and skills were far beyond her own experience. She reached out and grabbed her staff from its corner spot in her room. She examined it quickly; its braided threads of different colors wrapped the top, with a small, vibrant red ribbon chain with a brilliant, blue feather, given to her by a Ribon. The Ribons were beautiful birds of vibrant reds, blues and greens. Their songs were of even tones and lovely tunes to the ears. Laylan had spent many days in the forest listening and watching the Ribons. She took her staff, and then turned out of her room.

“Did he say why?” She shook her head quickly. “No, my lady.” When she left, I waited until her footsteps disappeared before I reached for it. The fabric was smooth black silk, with the royal crest embroidered in gold at the corner. I unfolded it slowly. Inside was a single red ribbon. Nothing else. No note. No words. Just the ribbon, bright as blood against the dark silk. I knew what it meant. A mark of obedience. A warning. A memory of what he could take and what he already had.

That bothered Violet more than if he had. Renee’s voice came back, lower now. “There’s something on the glass.” Violet’s blood went cold. “Do not touch it.” “I’m not touching it.” “What is it?” Renee was silent for too long. “Renee.” “It’s a ribbon.” The passage seemed to shrink. Violet’s fingers tightened around the phone until her knuckles hurt. “What color?” No answer. She did not need one. Still, she forced herself to ask again.

They also went to greet Pa Bernard and Lady Eleanor who were very excited to see them. Lady Eleanor's birthday party was a vibrant and lively affair, with a kaleidoscope of colors adorning the arena. The arrangement was meticulous, with carefully positioned tables adorned with colorful tablecloths and elaborate centerpieces. The curtains that adorned the party venue were a rich and luxurious deep burgundy hue, adding an air of sophistication and warmth to the space. They were made from heavy velvet fabric, which not only added to their opulence but also helped to block out excess light, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. The curtains were gracefully draped and gathered at the sides, he

Sabrina. She pulled the length of ribbon off the box and removed the lid. Inside was a layer of pastel violet tissue paper, and for a brief moment she remembered the black camisole and panties Creighton had given her. She pushed the paper aside and gasped. Inside was the dark burgundy dress she had admired back at Marie Marchant’s dress shop. The rhinestones glistened in the sunlight, making her feel giddy and excited. She lifted it out and glanced in the box at the items that lay waiting her discovery.

And no, I couldn’t help the way my eyes bulged when I saw him. “Damn, man!” Stella exclaimed out loud. “You clean up nice!” And that was an understatement! Black velvet fell across his broad shoulders, embroidered with silver colored threads that caught the light like moonlight on water. The edges of the robe were lined with fur, stark white that made the dark fabric even more commanding.

Roland asks, and I heave the most exasperated sigh I can manage without choking on the remnants of my bacon. "Then you tear off your bracelet, it's extremely simple." He frowns, but nods. "Here!" Heleos calls, tossing me a spool of quarter inch wide velvet ribbon as I turn to him. "Let's get to it, we've got a lot of ground to cover." Each of us stood no more than a foot away from the others in the center of the foyer, as I wound the ribbon around our hands and wrists. Lifting my free hand, I held out a pen to Heleos.

I reached for the ribbon and looped it through the top left hoop. “That’s it,” grinned Loretta, watching my progress in the glass. I squinted and moved the ribbon through the other holes, crisscrossing it over her back before tying the loose ends together in a bow just above her buttocks. “Will you pull this out later?” I asked. “Or do you intend to cut it?” “Dunno,” she replied. “Might just leave it in.” She looked over her shoulder into the looking glass to examine her back. Then, apparently quite pleased, she slipped on a shiny black robe, its red stitching forming the shape of a tiger.