Velvette X Carmilla Novels & Stories

I had promised, but right now, lying on the bed with Ava`s head on my chest, I was beginning to rethink my promise. Ava's birthday was in one week`s time, and she wanted a car as a gift. A convert, to be specific. I had stupidly promised to surprise her with something bigger because she brought up the dinner she prepared days ago. I couldn't say no to that. Could I? According to Carmart.com, the Corvette was 25 million dollars and was limited. I scrolled through other vehicles and saw the latest Buggatti: thirty million dollars, but there was a discount.

The faint hum of machinery fills the cavernous space, blending with the sterile scent of polished chrome. My eyes roam the collection—Rolls Royce Ghost, vintage Mercedes roadster, Ferrari 458 Italia, and the newest Lamborghini Aventador. Candy‑apple red, all‑wheel drive, gleaming like temptation. “Sweet ride, isn’t it? My favorite.” Startled, I spin to find Edison watching me. His stare is too intent, predatory. Phantom would break his jaw if he saw it. “Phantom wants me to drive you to his big surprise. Vahlia’s throwing one of her fits, and he’s the only one who can shut her down. Let’s go.”

Charlotte recognized the car, a Bugatti Veyron, with a worldwide limited production. She walked around to look at the license plate. It was a local license plate, and it had a row of neatly aligned 6's. "Impressive, isn't it?" Ava said. Charlotte inquired, "Who owns this car?" "Don't bother about it. It's definitely someone impressive," Ava said while gazing at the car, her hand covering her heart. "No wonder people say some are born in Rome, while we are born as cows and horses."

she remarked with an arched brow. "I can do anything that's within my ability. I'm pretty capable, you know." His chest tightened, and she sensed it. "What are you capable of?" Pinching her waist, he lifted her into his arms and stared at her with desire. Breathing heavily, he said, "You'll find out when we get home." Blushing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. … When the car stopped at the villa's entrance, Xavier opened the car door for Jasper and Alyssa. It was at that moment he spotted the limited edition black Rolls-Royce by the entrance, looking intimidating despite the dim environment.

Ava’s brow furrowed as doubt clouded her mind. How had Valentina known she would be at Maison Marseille tonight? And hadn’t Valentina been unwell? Why had she been discharged from the hospital so quickly? Outside the towering building, Valentina leaned against a sleek Lamborghini worth five million dollars—one that her father, Alfonso, had bought for her. The sports car gleamed under the city lights, a statement of wealth and indulgence. Alfonso had repeatedly told Valentina not to drive alone and had even offered to assign her a driver. But Valentina often ignored his advice, opting to discreetly track a man she was infatuated with, as though her persistence would one day earn his attention

He opened them—and I stepped into something unreal. It was a garage, technically. But it looked more like an automotive cathedral. Rows of gleaming vehicles were parked beneath vaulted ceilings: Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Bentleys. A wall-mounted rack held a dozen motorcycles like trophies. But one car stood out—a sleek, sculpted monster in matte silver and obsidian black. Marcus nodded toward it. “The Aston Martin Valkyrie,” he said with reverence. “A hybrid hypercar. Top speed over two hundred miles an hour.”

It was just after 6pm when Miguel’s sleek red sports car pulled up to the grand Valdez family mansion. Camille stepped out, adjusting the strap of her elegant black dress. She squinted slightly as her eyes landed on a familiar black Maybach already parked in the driveway. *That looks like Roderick’s car…* “Shall we?”Miguel came around and offered his arm. Camille hesitated for half a second, then nodded. She took his arm and they walked inside together.

Victorious, even, knowing that Misha’s arousal hadn’t faded until we pulled up to the casino’s valet entrance. He opened my door again, and I took his arm like everything was perfect. He gave the keys to the valet with a flick of his wrist. “Holy—” one of the valet boys breathed. “Is this a 1962 Ferrari 250 GT Lusso?” Misha didn’t even blink. Of course they’d recognize it. The curves, the shine, the impossibly smooth lines, it garnered attention. People paused around us, some with drinks mid-sip, others pretending not to stare as they pulled out their phones and tried to get a shot. A woman in a black sequin dress nudged her date and whispered, “That’s not just money. That’s old money.”

SPAIN Camila's POV I tilted the small window to my direction looking at the reflection of my lips as I applied more red lipstick making sure not to smear any on the sides, after I was done I looked at the masterpiece of my handy work satisfied I rolled the lipstick back and tossed it on the seat next to me, I took off the hair scrunchie on my wrist and used it to tie my hair into a messy bun" I lifted my hands to the steering wheel and ran them around it feeling it soft yet hard texture With my stiletto heels I pressed the car accelerator of my Lamborghini hard causing the engine to roar to life and the exhaust pipes to release smoke" I smiled with satisfaction looking outside as the crowd w

Its polished surface reflected the morning sun like a jewel. Her breath hitched. “No… no way…” she whispered, stepping closer. Her pulse thundered. She knew this car. She had memorized every detail from articles and videos. But seeing it in front of her — real, tangible, hers — was dizzying. The Bellé Éternité Phantom. She circled it slowly, fingertips trembling as they skimmed the glossy hood. “This… this can’t be real.” Behind her, a deep voice cut through her disbelief. “It’s real.”