Velvet Ribbon Novels & Stories

I snorted, choking and spluttering on a sip of champagne. Caleb placed his glass down with a look of intrigue playing on his handsome face. His eyes were so expressive, so considerate, patient, kind and intelligent, so completely Caleb. He saw my curiosity as I watched him pull a long black ribbon out of his jacket pocket. Then he leaned back in his chair, his subtle grin turning mysterious as he scratched his short beard with his thumb. “What’s that for?” I asked as he wrapped the material around his hand. “You’ll see,” he replied in a smooth, confident voice.

when you weren't allowed to leave. ​I shifted, the midnight-blue velvet robe heavy on my limbs. The fabric was soft—impossibly soft—but every time it brushed against my skin, I was reminded of the way Xavier had looked at me when he draped the blanket over my shoulders. Like I was a masterpiece he had finally finished stealing. ​Velvet.

At exactly 8:00, I knocked on Axel Valentin's office door. The brushed steel nameplate read his name, and below, in smaller letters, his title: Founder & CEO – Aurelian Group. "Come in." The moment I stepped inside, the impact was immediate. The office occupied the corner of the top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the heart of Rome. The décor was minimal, almost severe. No photographs, no personal touches to distract. Everything spoke of control.

The lantern cast her shadow long and warped against the wall, stretching her thinner than she really was. There was something on the table. She hadn’t left it there. Ben felt the spike of fear the moment her eyes landed on it. A ribbon. It lay coiled neatly beside the lamp, pale blue, clean and new. Completely out of place in the modest, worn-down room. Her breath hitched as she reached for it, fingers hovering just above the fabric. She hadn’t owned anything like this. Her chest tightened. She picked it up, the silk cool and unfamiliar against her skin. It smelled faintly of something sharp and foreign, like leather and smoke.

It didn’t linger. It dropped a small, blood-stained ribbon onto the stone before flying back into the darkness. The ribbon bore a symbol burned into its fabric. A crescent split by a vertical line. The Veil’s mark. But beneath it— Another symbol. Three claw slashes carved downward. A sign none of them had seen before. And it pointed north.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, the black dress clinging to her like a second skin, her shoulders bare, her neck wrapped in a delicate velvet ribbon that looked like a fashionable choker to anyone who didn’t know better. But she knew what it really was. A signal. A claim. A silent reminder of who she belonged to.

Surrounding it were bundles of cash—thick stacks layered around the bag like it was cushioned in money. And next to the bag, there was a tiny ribbon box, just like the outer one. What the hell... "Jesus, Rali! How is this happening?" Veronica's eyes bulged as she dug her hands into the stacks "This is way too much!" I was speechless, my thoughts spinning. Veronica reached for the smaller box, ripped the ribbon and opened it. "Shoot me! This is clearly gold!" Inside was a necklace with a pendant shaped like a planet's ring. If it wasn't the prettiest thing I'd ever seen, it came close.

Whitney’s POV I stared at the box placed neatly at the end of my bed. A black silk ribbon wrapped its surface; the kind of detail you only see in romantic TV shows. This was not something one expects in a girl’s room, being held against her will. I stepped closer and pulled the ribbon with trembling fingers. Inside, there was a neatly folded dress. Midnight blue silk that shimmered under the dim light, silicate straps, the neckline plunging just enough to make my throat tighten.