Velvet X Jaune นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But also… excitement. I could still see the envy burning in the other girls’ eyes when Madam Celine pulled me aside two hours ago. This wasn’t just another dance. This was Lucien Romano. And the money attached to his name was enough to make even the most jaded stripper weak. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet already, girl,” Juliette said, sliding up behind me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She stared at my reflection with a wicked grin. “Damn, you look lethal.”

Uriel replied with a chuckle. A runway with lighting. Veronica stared at the lights scattered around the floor, dumbfounded before wondering, "Why landed here?" Hearing this, Uriel grinned but did not respond, instead turning to stare at a specific helicopter. She followed his eyes and saw Jaxon lounging in the cabin, his long legs dangling over the edge. His expression seemed extremely wicked and arrogant due to his black suit. He lowered his gaze to her while gently shaking a glass of crimson wine in his palm.

But when Jane thrust the brochure toward him, he froze. The rubies were cut into droplets of varying lengths. Against the pale skin of the model’s ankle, it looked like frozen blood and fire. But Cole didn't see the model. He saw someone with skin like porcelain and a spirit that wouldn't break. He knew the anklet would look far better on her. Jane saw his intense focus and felt a flutter in her chest. "Cole?" "It would suit someone with fair skin," he remarked, his jaw tightening as he stared at the image.

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.

“If you wander into the wrong place, you don’t just risk yourself. You risk everything tied to you.” “Then tell me what I’m tied to!” He didn’t answer. But that night, guards appeared at the ends of her corridor. Not close enough to touch. Close enough to watch. Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Nyx Calder sat in a room full of smoke and glass. Nyx smiled like someone who enjoyed secrets more than power. “The Drays have activated the Velvet Oath,” Nyx said. A woman beside him frowned. “You’re sure?” “Very. They’ve hidden their key in the old hill house.”

She stares out of the window, watching the streets grow nicer, taller, shinier as they climb. “So he’s heard of me,” she says, trying for casual. “Babe,” Sofia says, “he probably knows your national insurance number.” The lift opens straight into the penthouse. Glass is the first thing Layla notices—walls of it, wrapping around a living room that overlooks the city like it’s something to be surveyed rather than lived in. It smells faintly of expensive perfume and something darker underneath: leather, wood polish, a hint of smoke.

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

Her body was kissed by the spring water and she smiled as the water danced beneath her hip, lightly tickling her. Then she remembered the life of the killer as she listened to a certain Mistress's voice. She was disgusted. *** Violet opened her eyes and it glowed a darker purple shade. “I am a god. I am Xenia and they will pay for what they did to me.” She stood up from the ground, then smirked.