Velvet X Jaune Novels & Stories

For the past centuries, Soles from either sides hadn't found the Vermilion yet. This Vermilion was the one power that could stop the other. This was the reason as to why the world had still been experiencing two opposing forces; light and dark, good and evil. Because no one had succeeded in finding the power source Vermilion yet. This was the reason why the Vermilion was so important to be found and be kept, especially by the Ibawnons, so as to maintain the balance of the world. For if the Malignobons would have it, nothing but darkness and chaos would surely be spread to the whole world.

“We were tested. Routinely. Not just academics. Empathy drills. Stress exposure. Micro-expression calibration. I thought it was education. It wasn’t.” A beat passed. “Velvet wasn’t created by people who wanted pleasure,” he said. “It was built by people who wanted leverage. And before they used women to seduce power, they trained boys to mirror it.” Something inside her cracked. “You were an Eve_One subject.” “No. I was on the other side of the glass.”

Xavier was tensed and he needed to let it out, he took his phone dialing a familiar number, “Send your very best” were his only words to the receiver and he ended the call, twenty minutes later as expected, there was a knock on the door, “Come in” Xavier called as a beautiful Brown haired girl entered into his huge room. Xavier had workers in his house and they must have allowed the prostitute up to his room as they were used to this. “I’m Vera, Nice to meet you” The prostitute smirked eying Xavier with a lustful gaze, “I have no time for pleasantries” came the cold voice of Xavier as the girl removed her long jacket and threw it to the floor, revealing the fishnet-leather outfit she wore wh

Then footsteps, heavy and sharp, stomping closer. Voices slink through, Marc and Velan, those bastards, chatting like it’s nothing, as if they were old friends. Torchlight catches Velan’s face, my hybrid eyes suddenly flares up and turns yellow-green. His skin is sickly, pale with a faint yellow-greenish tint, like there is something wrong with him. I realized only my hybrid eyes let me see this, he hid it so well with a spell. What’s up with him? “Whip’s your tool,” he’s saying, voice slick and twisted as they enter the cell next to me.

“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.

The bouquet I was holding slipped from my grasp, spinning wildly in the wind before it tumbled over the edge, disappearing into the depths below. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, Willow. I didn't do that on purpose." Yvette gasped dramatically, covering her mouth like a startled little rabbit. However, the glint in her eyes couldn't have been more obvious. I stumbled back, nearly losing my balance to the gusting wind, my fingers still trembling. Yet, Xavier didn't even look my way. Instead, he hurriedly turned to help steady Yvette. He carefully straightened her tilted beret, his fingers brushing the tattoo behind her ear—a delicate string of words about love and destiny. His actions were gentle, as if

Xavier didn't know what to say. He was speechless and couldn't find any word to express what he was feeling. He was dumbfounded seeing a smiling Valentina in front of him. She was wearing a beautiful peach color knee length dress with long sleeves and a high neck. Her waist length hair was open and went over her shoulder in a wavy way. Few of her hair strands fell on her face that made Xavier crave to put them behind her ear.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Yva stood there, her face pale, with Juliette hovering behind her. “Stop it!” Yva screamed at the Fox. “You said she was just a recruit! You didn't say she was carrying! You lied to us, Mother!” “Daniels, this way!” Juliette shrieked. I didn't hesitate. I bolted past them as Yva’s own 'Noir' energy flared—she shifted mid-air, a jet-black fox with violet eyes throwing herself at the white monster to buy me time. “Go to the upper suite!” Juliette yelled over the sounds of the brawl. “Release the others!”

My fingers clawed into the bedsheets as his warm mouth tore through my hyper-sensitive core. My hips buckled off the mattress as his tongue sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. "Ohhh fuckk… right there" I cried out. I locked my thighs around his neck, anchoring his head flush against my soaking vulva so he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Caleb groaned against my skin, his hands dug sharply into my thighs, holding me steady as his tongue kept up a relentless, heavy stroking rhythm. He swallowed everything I was giving him, tasting his own cream mixed with my messy release.