Velvet X Veneer Novels & Stories

Hereafter she came straight up closing her eyes shut, mentioning to give them back, shooting them open giving a death stare at Venus. Venus skipped her way around the bed, putting the headphones on the nightstand, smiling back at Crystal. A dry smile back rolling her eyes walking up to the couch jumping over it sitting next to Lavender putting one elbow on the edge of the couch and the other up to her head, tired and annoyed. Venus went up to Crystal putting up her hair in a tight bun, doing the same thing herself. “Great, let’s pick our mask and start.” She harmonized her voice grabbing the basket walking over to show us the mask showing us the basket will all types of potion masks Witch’s

I looked up to see Velvet sitting on the leather sofa, her long legs deliberately crossed, showing off way too much skin in that tight leather dress. Her black rose and musk scent filled the air, but to me it smelled flat… even nauseating compared to Leah’s lily. Velvet stood up and sauntered toward my desk, hips swaying on purpose. “Grandpa’s getting impatient, Kieran. The Lattucinna Pack and the Vorreth Clan will rule everything if we merge our bloodlines. This engagement isn’t just Grandpa’s idea—I want you too. We’ve been friends since we were kids. You know I’m way more deserving of standing by your side than… that toy you dragged back from Ironveil.”

I must say, Vexon did a great job choosing this. I tied my hair into a bun and left a few strands of curls in front of my forehead. I put a little bit of concealer, to make my tan skin look flawless. I put on dark red lipstick and black eyeliner. However, I didn't put on mascara. Instead, I put vaseline on my eyelashes, to make it look naturally longer. I wore the bracelet Vexon gifted me, along with my wedding ring. "Did you even get out of the was—" Vexon stopped midway when his eyes fell on me.

Liam picked his phone and clicked on Adele's number. "What's the problem?" She asked the moment she picked up. "You said you weren't going to help with the information." He said, pocketing one hand as he walked to the open window, staring outside. "Yeah, I changed my mind. Being family and childhood friends can't do all the trick, Liam. I needed something better, Velvet Vixen offered that." She smirked as if he could see her. Liam scoffed lightly, "What important thing did they offer you?" "An urgent wedding dress made by Velvet Vixen and guess what, I don't have to pay a shit for it."

With each step, she now showed confidence, providing that she could carry off any look with grace. The next outfit she tried on was a cocktail dress. Venita's hair was swept up, revealing her elegant neck and shoulders. The dress was a rich, crimson color that emphasized her complexion beautifully. The detailed beading and sequins on the dress added a touch of glamour, making her shimmer under the soft boutique lighting.

Or maybe just to herself. “It seems that you are not enjoying it much,” Venla commented in her crisp British accent. “I see you like it loud and drinking more…” “Yes,” I said, my voice dripping with feigned boredom. “It’s kind of boring here, isn’t it?” I asked her, though I knew she wouldn’t answer. She’s too polite, too refined to admit the truth. I smiled lopsidedly, my eyes flicking to that *doctor*, the dermatologist I’ve been trying to book an appointment with. He’s currently engrossed in some mindless video game with that blonde man, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. How pathetic.

“His beast?” Velcira nodded, her eyes dark. “It is called Draumr-Veyr. Dream’s Venom. It does not merely burn the body. It seeps into the mind, twisting dreams until they bleed into waking. That is why she thrashes. That is why her breath falters. If left untended, it will not only take her life. It will strip her of herself piece by piece.” Marita’s throat worked as she swallowed. “What do you mean, strip her?”

Veinweave available Target: Remy Tsatoke-Calder Severity: Compound fracture + internal bleeding Estimated time to full repair: 43 seconds Consent detected I don’t think. I just lay both hands on his chest and let the new skill tree bloom open. Veinweave isn’t red lightning or scary blood tentacles. It’s gentle. A thousand tiny threads of crimson light (no thicker than spider silk) slip from my palms, slide under his skin like they were always meant to be there. They find every torn vessel, every shredded muscle fiber, every shard of bone. And they sing. Soft, warm, Caddo lullaby notes only he and I can hear.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive cigars and brandy, and the walls were lined with leather couches and thick rugs. Meanwhile, Venom, dressed in black pants and an unbuttoned shirt, casually flaunted her incredibly toned abs and bare chest, which displayed surgical scars covered in tattoos. She had backed a blonde stripper against the velvet-lined railing, her mouth finding the woman's neck with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. “Ah..ahhhh…Master….” the blonde breathed, her voice hot. Venom's hand, adorned with sharp, silver rings, slid up the woman's thigh, under the hem of her short dress, and found the unclad flesh of her sex.

Joel croaked. “Think of this as judgement day,” Vanessa said from the shadows. I sat shirtless in the armchair facing the bed, legs spread. “You know,” I said calmly, “I always trusted you both so much. But I think it’s time for your own taste of medicine.” Chloe cooed. “Alex, baby…what’s this?” “Shhh. Enjoy.” Vanessa strutted out in a black lace lingerie that barely covered anything, thigh high boots, a leather whip in one hand with an eye mask dangling from her other fingers.