Velvet X Coco Novels & Stories

Venice's face lit up at the thought. Vesta took the photo to Venice, she flipped it backwards and noticed a woman’s handwriting at the back of the photo. There's a date, January 02, 2018. A recent picture, two years older. "Edward Sandoval, Xyrell Jade Fades and Chelle Durino, La Moran Plaza. Friendship and love, 2018." Vesta read softly. "Oh! Chelle Durino is Xyrell's girlfriend. Wait, we might find them on the student list in 2018." Venice stood up with the excitement on her face like she was going on an adventure Vesta did not understand.

“You wouldn’t know it. It’s quite an unpopular brand.” He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, one eyebrow raised. “I’m asking what brand, not for you to tell me stories, amor.” She rolled her eyes, though the affection in her gaze was unmistakable. “It’s ‘Velvet Bloom.’ Happy now?” Xavier nodded, a slow smile curving his lips. “Good girl.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment as if savoring her. Then the air shifted. He closed his eyes. Veronica did the same. The moment their lips met, the kiss ignited.

A chain lay coiled beside the narrow bed like a sleeping viper, its links worn smooth by countless hands and stained with rust that might not have been rust at all. "Until sunset," Velis said, though his tone suggested the timeframe was negotiable under the right circumstances. "After that..." His pause stretched long enough for imagination to conjure a dozen different horrors. "We discover what you're truly made of. Bone and sinew and noble intentions? Or something altogether more... interesting." From inside his coat, he produced a glass vial that seemed to bend light around its edges. Crystal clear, stoppered with silver wrought into the shape of a coiled serpent, inscribed with symbols t

Lake asked, staring into her eyes to detect any hint of a lie if she told one. Coco laughed. “You are my man, Lake. I would get used to this, and my body would adjust to it. In fact, you made me feel like a real woman.” A sigh of relief escaped Lake. If this was how she felt, then he was ready for more. “So, are you ready for another round?” Coco's sores had not healed yet, though the hot water was comforting. “Let’s get food for Ezrah and Michelle. We have the night to ourselves,” Coco replied, hoping that by then, her wounds would have healed. After all, sexual sores were not the same as the ordinary.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWELVE VENDETTA I woke up feeling really comfortable than usual. It been long I've had such a best night before.The second the sunlight fanned my face, I opened my eyes to look at Rainal sleeping peacefully. I didn't realize when a smile form on my lips as I stare at him making sure he doesn't catch me drooling again or I would be dumb as usual.

she whispered as she slid off his lap. “I want you too. Wait for me.” Arron desperately wanted to spend the night with her, but he could not delay the mountain of work. He let Alexi go to her room. Inside the bedroom, Alexi stood on the balcony wearing a thin, short black lingerie set. The night air was cold. It was already eleven, yet her lover was busy with work while she longed for warmth. “Damn it, I’m so turned on,” she muttered. She picked up her phone to look for a video. While waiting, her gaze drifted aimlessly until she accidentally caught sight of a scene from another room, clearly visible.

Instead of placing the receiver on the telephone, I place it on the table so that whoever calls might find it engaged all through. George is already naked when the irresistible blonde let's herself in, locking the door behind her. “What the fuck?” George gasps. “She's hot, isn't she?” I tease. “Ofcourse she is!” “Hello handsome.. ” Carmela teases as she lifts her micro mini to expose her deliciously brown thighs. George pounces on her with all his might and almost tears her tiny skirt off. I don't want to be a witness to whatever happens next therefore I tuck the documents securely under my skirt and walk out, winking at the blonde whose hands are already on the table, bending over as George

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I

The warm, wetness of her mouth nearly buckled his knees, never had he expected this kind of pleasure from kissing a human. Violet melted into his arms as they tightened around her, bringing her as close as possible as his tongue slipped in her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist as they became one for a moment, completely oblivious to the world around them that seemed to have gone silent and dark around them. She became aware very quickly that she never wanted this feeling to end. "A

That night, Elara dreamed of red velvet curtains closing around her, soft but heavy, beautiful but suffocating. She woke before dawn, heart racing. Somewhere in the house, a door opened. Somewhere in the city, someone else was watching. And somewhere between power and promise, the Velvet Oath tightened its grip—slowly, quietly, the way the most dangerous things always do.