Velvet X Veneer Novels & Stories

I silently told myself, Just walk away, Aria. Just as I was about to leave, Veronica reached into her purse and pulled out a sleek bottle of perfume. The elegant design and distinct label immediately caught my eye—it was one of Velvet Vibe’s bestsellers. She haughtily displayed it in front of me, spritzing some on her skin. “This is from my friend Shane, a really expensive gift that she’d brought all the way from the Netherlands. But I’m sure someone like you probably hasn’t heard of Velvet Vibe.”

High-end, discreet, and supposedly capable of adapting to a woman’s body in real time. The room was luxurious, almost obscene with large shiny mirrors lining three walls, reflecting the soft amber lighting and the large, padded testing chaise in the center. A low glass table held an array of sleek devices. Vibrating wands, suction stimulators, insertable vibes with pulsing patterns, and a few mysterious curved pieces that promised G-spot and clitoral bliss simultaneously. The air carried a faint scent of sandalwood and clean linen.

I pushed the door open, and my jaw threatened to drop for a second time. It was a masterpiece of black marble, a freestanding deep soaking tub, and a rainfall shower that looked big enough to stand a family in. But as I walked up to the vanity, my eyes landed on a row of high-end feminine products—expensive face washes, designer body scrubs, and silk hair wraps.

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.

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.

“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.

Grub said, trying to look around Dilo’s large frame, “Is it monster worthy of skin mark? Grub still have over half body still needing of the skin markings of his mighty deeds.” Dilo grabbed Grub by the arm and started to drag him away from the people that were not joining the coming combat, Kiri following close behind, a broad smile plastered on her face. “He is so strange,” Venya said, shaking her head, “But his tattoos look awesome. I wonder if they can put one on me.” “Rex! Stay awake Rex,” Kealy said, lightly tapping the side of his face to help his eyes open. “What would you get?” she asked, looking at Venya with a side glance.

Two days later, Dante Moretti returned to Velvet Sin. He had thought about Vesper every waking moment since their last encounter. Her body, her scent, the way she had left him aching and desperate — it consumed him. He had cleared his entire schedule for the night. He requested the best VIP room and paid an obscene amount for a full night with Vesper — no time limit, no interruptions. When she entered the room, Dante’s breath caught. Vesper wore a stunning deep crimson lace lingerie set — a sheer babydoll top that barely contained her full breasts, a matching thong that disappeared between her perfect ass cheeks, garter belt, and sheer black stockings. She completed the look with sky-high re

Brushing my teeth, I changed into my PJs and dried my hair. Discreetly walking to the door of my room, I glanced around in the hallway. After making sure that no one was nearby, I locked the door and tiptoed to the center of the room. Rolling the Persian rug, I took off the lid of the loosened floorboard and took out the vials of Velene and Xanadium. Picking a syringe, I filled Velene in it and injected it into the vein of my arm. After waiting for a few minutes, I proceeded to fill another syringe with Xanadium but this time, I doubled the dose and injected it into my arm.

I would love to hear something like that. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, tonight is the post-coronation party for my son, our Gladiolus King, Vayden Bevine." Vexon continued, "The Gladiolus and the Blemish have shared a great bond for the past twenty-six years and we hope it will stay that way for years to come. On this occasion, the Bevines and the Nivekles have decided to merge our two gangs. Thus, we are announcing the marriage of Vayden Bevine and Viana Nivekle. The wedding papers will be signed at midnight." As Vexon ended his speech, I stood dumbstruck. I was wondering if I heard him correctly.