Velvet Ribbon Novels & Stories

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

I took the letter and examined it. It was white at the front, with deep engravings in a cursive pattern on the paper itself, while at its back it had a golden seal and a red and purple ribbon around the seal. The red and purple was a classic touch, Vivanna's favourite colour and the colour of her duchy's crest, while red was his favourite colour. The prince had used this on purpose. Vivanna had been so desperate for affection from him that she would make up her own symbols and inform him.

I am wearing a color champagne body-hugging mermaid evening long dress with a thin strap, paired with black single strap heels, which I am not used to wearing. My back is not covered with any fabric. Maybe I'll ask for a shawl later in case the night gets cold. And from my dress, I moved my gaze to the accessories Nereza gave me. The golden upper arm cuff with a crescent moon design and comb pin with small pearls and flowers she placed in my elegant bun Nereza came back with Markus. The two look good together. The way they stare into the eyes of each other is something you can not break. Even without words, I can see their love and compassion toward each other.

V looked at her with such nuetral eyes although he knew to himself that the lady looked familiar. She was wearing a hippie-like attire as well as dozens of accessories and amulets. Hanged on her neck was a three layered long-beaded necklace, encircled on her wrists were some peculiarly designed beaded bracelets, as well as on her ankles. She was also wearing a cheetah-printed head scarf which was placed like a turban on her head. Wherever angle it was, she looked peculiar, but the most peculiar about her fashion was her eyes. It would be an understatement to say that her eyes were just dark, for it was more like a pair of lifeless souls. She was not wearing any footwear as well and she's clu

The private estate on the shores of Lake Washington sparkled like a brilliant pearl in the night. Sheng Yin Media's sixtieth birthday celebration for Old Morgan had drawn nearly all of Seattle's elite. An enormous crystal chandelier descended from the ten-meter-high dome, its millions of Swarovski crystals refracting dazzling light, illuminating the entire banquet hall as bright as day. The air carried a fragrance specially blended by a top French perfumer. Catherine stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in the black evening gown Jessica had prepared for her, her fingers unconsciously stroking the velvet fabric of the skirt. The gown was simply cut, with fluid lines that perfectly accent

Ember Theatrics are a language when it comes to Lazriel. The first sign is so blatant I almost laugh. Almost. A servant has left my dressing table rearranged. Not cleaned or organized. It was curated. My jewelry is laid out in a precise spiral, each piece angled deliberately, obsidian ring, velvet choker, silver cuff, onyx pin, ending with a single silver bracelet, upon closer inspection I see that is a serpent eating its own tail, the symbol of the Velvet Coil, placed dead center.

And fabric. Elion dug through the pile. Velvet (too heavy). Burlap (death sentence). He found it. A bolt of satin. Deep crimson. It was used for draping models. Smooth. Cool. Liquid. "Found it," Elion shouted, holding it up like a trophy. "Satin. Red, but satin." He ran back to the couch. He threw the fabric over the rough tweed, tucking it into the cushions, creating a pool of red smoothness.