Velvet X Veneer Novels & Stories

It’s not what I expected from them, but it’s exactly what I need this morning. As I sit down and start fastening my shoes, the phone vibrates again. The_Triumvirate: Where are you going shopping? The question makes me pause. Why would they ask that? BruisedLace: Velvet Vice. It’s one of the closest ones to me. The message is read immediately, and within seconds, they’ve responded again. The_Triumvirate: Look for something called The Hellraiser. Try it on and send a picture. Still choose what you like, but I want to see that on your body.

She didn't blink. "I wouldn't use silk for Elena," Maya said smoothly, matching Vivienne’s aristocratic rhythm. "Silk is too fragile. It tears. I’d paint her in heavy, dark velvet—the kind that absorbs the shadows but still catches the candlelight. It looks cold from a distance, but it holds warmth if you actually touch it." Vivienne went entirely still for a fraction of a second, completely captivated by the answer. Then, a radiant, dangerous smile broke across her face.

I know I struck a nerve. “I know what you’re doing,” he sneers. “You’re stalling. Hoping your wolf will come and save you.” My heart skips as he chuckles—a sound that’s sick and gleeful. “She’s not coming,” he says. “Not now. Maybe not ever.” I freeze. “You know what I injected you with?” he continues casually. “It’s called Neruthium Veil—a poison bred from the roots of the Bloodshade tree, soaked in silver, enchanted with death chants. The most vicious substance known in our world. It severs the soul from the beast.”

Amor said, I nodded, then he left, slightly bowing to Zahir and Venus. “Both of you are staying in different rooms?” Venus asked. I nodded. Venus was extremely pretty. She had sharp facial features. Her eyes were black and her hair too. Her lips were always covered with lipsticks of all shades other than pink and red. When I saw her earlier, she had light green lipstick on and now it was sky blue. She had the habit of pressing her lips together and mixing the lipstick whenever she could. Her nails were always painted too, mostly darker shades of all colours. Her clothes weren’t much different from the one I was wearing.