Velvet X Orchid Novels & Stories

Axel carried me up the stairs and, after a few minutes, set me down. On the concrete, I looked up and realized we were on the rooftop. The city sprawled beneath us, lights glowing in intricate patterns that took my breath away. I turned, ready to scold him, but Axel cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. I had craved those lips for days after our night together. His tongue met mine in a dance of desire and heat. “I’m not good, but you know that, Crystal. That’s why you want me.” His mouth moved to my neck, planting small, deliberate kisses.

While voltthorn seeds are harmless anesthetics, their creeper form has a strong affinity for immortality genes. Raven’s contemplative tone was passive with warning and caution as he peered at Xanthea’s hand. ‘But the vial she cracked in her hand couldn’t have enough nutrition medium to sprout more than one or two seeds.’ ‘True. But she wasn’t going for the medium in the vial, she was going for the medium in her veins. What could be a better nutrition medium than blood?’ Pheles looked at me, his eyes widening slightly as he scowled at Xanthea.

But she remembered the rabbit’s heartbeat, the way the forest had sung in her blood, the hunger that hadn’t belonged to her. “I…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t want this.” “No one does,” Rowan said simply. “But wanting doesn’t change the bloodline.” “The bloodline?” Rowan straightened, expression shadowed. He moved to a shelf, pulling down an old leather-bound book. The cover was cracked, its edges worn smooth with use. He laid it on the table, opening it to a page marked by a ribbon of faded red cloth. The illustration made Evelyn’s stomach twist. A man—human—stood beneath a crescent moon, his body splitting apart, fur and claws erupting from his skin. Around him, others knelt, bound in chai

"So tonight, I intend to bid for it and give it to you." "To me?" Catherine's voice trembled. "Why? That's too expensive..." "These tools only hold their true value when used properly," William said calmly, as if stating a fact. William looked at her, moonlight like liquid silver pouring over her, casting a soft, cool glow on the black evening gown. The velvet skirt shimmered faintly in the moonlight, making her exposed shoulders and neck appear even fairer, like gardenias blooming quietly under the moon. Her profile, outlined by moonlight, revealed delicate contours, and her clear eyes seemed to hold the moonlight within.

“I have associates here in the hospital who owe me huge favors. I have called in all those favors so that you and I might be sheltered here. Here in the hospital, some, like your personal doctor and personal nurse, know that you are Dr. Carl Leighton and I am Mr. X and that J is my son. Once you accompany me outside these walls and begin hunting vampires with me here in Underdenver, you must be my assistant Carl Jones, and you will call me Mr. M, J’s uncle rather than J’s father. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I said. And I did, except for about J. I resolved to, one day when things were calmer and I felt even more rapport with X, that I would ask him about J, his son. Who was his mother? Or was

Take this very rare plant, for instance. Ileana had noticed the small movement away from her, and her lips curled in a gently mischievous smile. She followed him quickly to a staging platform, where a shocking pink spray of flowers glowed hotly. ‘This is Doritaenopsis “Malibu Gold” - allied to the genus of Paphiopedila .’ Bevis’s rolling Scottish burr seemed to soften when he talked of his orchids, Ileana noticed. How sweet it was. She began to feel quite jealous of the fabulous flowers around her. Now, if only she could get

“This orchid, can you save it?” Angeline drank the milk in big gulps and ate the bread in big bites while saying with a wailing face, “This is Ghost Orchid, the most delicate type of orchid. My hands are brown thumbs. I can’t even keep a tortoise alive, so don’t expect me to keep this delicate orchid alive.”

I trailed off as I tried to focus. My head throbbed in protest. "Then nothing." "Don't push it," Sasha warned. "That's the Velvaret. It messes with your memory. Causes confusion, and disorientation. You're lucky you didn't get hurt worse." "Velvaret?" I echoed, the word feeling foreign on my tongue. Sasha nodded. "It's a neurostimulant. A powerful aphrodisiac. It hijacks the nervous system, causes intense arousal, and clouds judgment. The longer it builds, the more it overrides rational thinking. If it goes unchecked, it can be dangerous."

With a determined expression, she points to her selection, signaling her choice. Finrir, after a moment of consideration, nods toward an oxyplant featuring oval leaves. Its unique characteristics catch his attention, and he feels a connection to it. Tritan's attention turns to a particular oxyplant, recognizing it as his sister's favorite. With one of its many ancestors being an orchid, this oxyplant boasts vibrant purple blooms speckled with bioluminescent patterns.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.