Novel & Cerita Velvet Ribbon

“You’re really doing this metaphors thing.” “Just until you fire me.” He remarked, sliding along the rack. “Silk organza for volume without weight… a shot of Mikado if you want structure… and-” He quickly drew out a bolt of midnight velvet fabric in the air. One that looked so good you can’t help but gawk. “This is for the one look you’ll pretend not to care about while secretly knowing it’s the showstopper.” Mae touched it, star struck. “We’ll need horsehair braid for hems if we want a sweep, Madam.”

"This. This is the one." It was midnight blue. Not the bright, cheery royal blue Sienna favored, but a deep, rich indigo that looked like the night sky just before a storm. It was velvet, sleek and heavy, with a slit that went dangerously high up the thigh and a neckline that plunged in a V. "Lily, that's... a lot," I said, eyeing the fabric. "It's backless." "Try. It. On." Ten minutes later, I stepped out of the dressing room.

Velvet material that was soft to touch with such a deep red colour that made it stand out. Lucian touches the scarf and frowns. “This isn’t Dimitri’s” He stated, feeling the material again. “And it’s far too delicate to belong to an assassin.” He concluded. “Then, whose is it?” I looked Lucian in the eyes as I ask even though I know he has no answer for me.

“Leave the stockings and heels on.” Mirabel obeyed, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and soft with dark, hardened nipples. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She stood completely naked before him except for the sheer black thigh-highs and sleek heels. “Turn around,” Riven ordered. “Show me that ass… then bend over and spread for me.” She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her round, firm ass. Then she bent at the waist, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy and tight pink hole to his hungry gaze.

she questioned eyeing white box and taking sip of her cold water from bottle. “Something specially made for you?” I replied plainly and took a place beside her and pulled her more close to my chest “A gift?” she questioned me with confused eyes and kept her water bottle aside “Hmm.... open it” I said and placed a wet kiss on her bare nape, Victoria hurriedly yet carefully opened ribbon and lifted box lid... I saw her eyes visibly turned wide as she kept looking at an extravagant Porde Malvenic royal blue colored delicately hand stitched netted evening gown... she stretched that gown out and kept looking at delicate royal sapphire that were embedded in them in fragile design....

XIX – After the Rain Jin Sanscroft’s fingers ghosted through the fine velvet that the ribbon was made of as he admired it in the dim glow of the candlelight. It was the shade of a rich, dark purple, glimmering so prettily as he turned it amongst his fingers this way and that–the color of royalty as one of his old tutors from the North had told him–soft and silky to the touch, rippling like molten lilac in his hand. He would have been so pleased at how well it turned out but…

The moment we step through the entrance, Sid practically vibrates with excitement. Her eyes dart from one display to another. "Oh my Goddess." I laugh. "Are you alright?" "No." She points dramatically at a purple gown displayed on a raised platform. "Venus, look at that." I glance toward the dress. It's beautiful. Deep royal purple silk embroidered with golden thread. But before I can comment, Sid grabs my arm. "Do you know what that is?" "Uh…A dress?" She gasps in offense. "Venus, that's La Couronne Violette."

But I’m not alone. No one else is here—but someone has been. At the foot of the bed lies a dress. Vintage-looking, fine as skin. Its fabric is whisper-thin, diaphanous. A drape of gauzy cream that shimmers when the candlelight catches it. The bodice loops together with a single ribbon over the chest—something that can be undone easily—with a tug. My pulse hammers. That ribbon is a promise. Or an invitation. My nipples harden at the thought.

“Think you can have it ready before the royal introduction?” Velora grinned. “Tell your mother to feed that baby well and keep her cozy. I’ll have the dress finished and waiting. Fit for a moon-blessed little princess.” The boys beamed, their hearts swelling with pride. Before they left, Velora handed them a small bundle of gold ribbon. “Here,” she said, smiling gently. “Tie this around her crib for good luck. A tradition from the old bloodlines.” Phoenix took it carefully. “Thank you. We’ll make sure it stays there.”

- the lord was surprised, carefully unfolding the fabric. Telvisina's gift was a thin bracelet made of dark gold with patterns of two intertwined snakes. Tantario immediately recognized this unusual scarlet shade of metal. Many vampires wove a piece of their Power into objects using their own blood. The energy contained in the decoration was reflected in a dark scarlet tint. Knowing that Telvisina would not give him any dirty tricks, Tristan tried on the bracelet on his wrist. It turned out to be a little larger than needed.