Velvette X Vaggie Novels & Stories

Chapter 10 Victoria gracefully stepped out of her sleek, black sedan, basking in the glory of her hard-earned success. As she looked at her reflection in the shiny Mercedes-Benz E-Class, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. This car was a symbol of the countless hours she had poured into her work alongside Daniel for nearly four months. The extra cash she received from their joint venture allowed her to indulge in luxuries she had once only dreamt of, like this impressive vehicle.

“Is it here for Tara and June? They’re waiting for someone over there.” “Oh no, oh no! My heart is breaking. Another goddess is going to be taken down by a beast.” “How do you know the driver is a beast? I think he should be a very handsome guy.” The power of the Bugatti Veyron was formidable. The G-Wagons parked by the entrance were like bicycles compared to the Bugatti Veyron. The difference between a car worth millions and a car that was worth nearly 100 million was evident at a glance. David stopped the car in front of Tara and June.

The elevator opened into a large garage 'It's totally the bat cave!' Alison thought to herself. In the center of it on a small raised platform was the orange and Black Bugatti Veyron. The car was clearly meant to be the center piece but there was many other Vehicles parked there as well, mostly classic cars as well, Ford, Chevrolet, BMW, Austin Healey, Aston Martin, Nissan. There was at least twenty other cars parked on either side of the garage. All of them detailed and polished to perfection. If not the two women standing beside Collen, this collection would make even people who weren't big car collectors green with envy.

With Serene’s shriek, her wraiths dashed towards lady Kaya, pinning the woman in her place. Verna then started hurling several balls of fire at her, laughing with each explosion that would hit. It seemed the two apprentices were enjoying themselves, letting their rage out, as the two had their own issues with the said woman.

Given the fact that I haven't slept for nearly 32 hours, since I came straight from work and my life is far from peaceful, I'll take a break. I leave the elevator and walk to the black X6, opening the rear door and getting in. “Let's go.” The door opens again, and a frantic girl enters, looking terrified. She glances at me, then closes the door. Her surgical attire reveals a stunning backside, telling me, “bonjour, monsieur”[1], and she moves over me. The door opens once more, and Vlad tries to pull her out, but she clings to the driver's seat. I intervene, pulling one of her legs while Vlad tries to remove her. A sharp kick hits my face.

Carlos had the Ferrari waiting in the alley behind the building, engine running. ‘Obrigado,’ Xavier said to him in passing, then held open the door for Sylvia. ‘If you please.’ She tottered into the low-slung Ferrari, feeling squeezed like a sausage by the tight black dress and half expecting to bust a seam. Xavier climbed in beside her and the red sports car roared away from the curb.

X’s arm started to extend toward the bar as if to blow away the bartender (and, with that gun, also the bar). I reacted on pure instinct. I used the only thing that was available to me, the table. I stood up, upending the table, spilling its contents onto X’s lap and causing the woman who owned the vetala’s previous bodily habitation to slide to the floor with a soft moan. She was still alive, then. If a vetala voluntarily left a person, they lived and they’d be fine, but as with the other women X had interviewed during his investigations, she’d have missing time in her memory.

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."

I tense, tracking the sleek black vehicle as it climbs the road toward the overlook. The owner of the Aston Martin then steps out. She is wearing a black leather jacket. Her high heels do not belong in pine forest. Her blonde hair is tied back in a loose braid that is half spell-weave, half Hollywood flair. Of course she would d come this way. Of course she would wear that face. Selene Virelli.

“I am so sorry, Selena.” “It is all right. Let us get this operation going.” Selena stepped in front of her friends as they approached the entrance, but they quickly turned around when they heard the roar of a passing car. As they watched the car pull into a parking spot, the three of them roared. “Who is this?” “I have never seen that car before at school.” “Wow. Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport. One of the fastest vehicles.” Dalett stated. Because her uncle owns a car business, she is familiar with automobiles. “Let us find out who that is.”