Velvette X Vox Novels & Stories

I said to Ian. "I’ve prepared a few selections based on Mr. Blackwood’s requirements," Ian said, leading us toward the back of the floor. I arched an eyebrow at Damien. "And what exactly were those requirements?" "Elegant, but not quiet. Powerful, but not flashy. Something that feels like you," Damien answered smoothly. Ian gestured toward a sleek, pearl-white sedan. "The Zenith Spectre. Refined, understated, and incredibly fast." It was stunning, but it felt a bit too formal for me. Too serious.

He smiled softly, but he remained silent. “I can’t wait to see it. It must be so gorgeous,” I told him honestly. “I took some pictures of it, wanna see?” He offered, and I nodded quickly. He got up to fetch his pants, and we went through his phone together. His Bugatti Veyron Super Sport was in classic black, aggressive design and a low-slung body. It was sleek, not too flashy, and had massive air takes. It was so gorgeous, that my breath caught in my throat.

Xavier said as he stepped on the brake pedal and stopped in front of the main lobby of the Deverell Apparel building. Karina unfastened her seatbelt and looked at Xavier. "Thank you for giving me a ride. I'll let you know if we can have dinner together tonight." "Alright, Manager!" Xavier said and laughed. Karina chuckled at her new nickname and got out of the car, watching Xavier's car leave the lobby area. After Xavier's departure, Karina's eyes were drawn to a familiar car, Viggo's black 911 Targa 4S, parked in the executive parking area.

“Just drive.” The sleek growl of the engine hummed beneath us as Roscoe eased the classic Jaguar 990 XJ12 onto the road. Its black exterior gleamed under the fading light, sleek and predatory—like the wolves inside it. I settled into the backseat, feeling the cool leather against my skin. Harley, perched in the passenger seat, looked over the interior as if it were a piece of art.

Xavier yelled. "What?" "Hold the wheel steady right now!" I extended my arm over the console and held the cold leather of the steering wheel in both hands. I wouldn't let it go as Xavier lowered his driver's side window. The cold night air entered the car creating a very high-pitched, roaring noise. He thrust his upper torso outside the window. He aimed his gun at the silver SUV behind us.

I bring Valois to awareness, my eyes zeroing on every person who gasps and stares at us. "You should have seen your face then." He laughs and I smack him. True, I had the same expression too when Valois brought out this machine of a car. It's the fuckin exclusive Bugatti Voiture Noire, black and sleek. Don't blame me for thrashing and shrieking. Even the engine screams exquisite as we drive off. "I have a gift for you, but when we get back." He says it casually, making me squint my eyes at him. ~~~

Mociya Keltch raised her eyes to Xu Lixin's peach blossom, and her eyes were a little more sophisticated and questioning. "Not interesting? I just wanted you to see what you were saying so you wouldn't regret it later!" "No regrets." Mociya Keltch says this, but with a certain lack of confidence. After returning to the villa, Mociya Keltch sat on the bed of Zoe Hayward in the dark and took a gentle sniff. It seemed that she could smell the unique smell of Zoe Hayward, which was light and memorable. The next day, Zoe Hayward was on her way home from work when she was stopped by a black Bugatti Veyron belonging only to Mociya Keltch. The black arrogance and publicity, even parked there, attrac

Yves said. Xavy smiled and looked at his father, "What is it, Papa?" Yves signal Vhan to take his gift for him. The garage on the left side of the mansion suddenly open using Vhan's hacking technique. A car W Motors Lykan Hypersport, Aston Martin and Mansory Vivere Bugatti Veyron appears on the garage and at the top of the garage has a Helicopter on it, it was Eurocopter EC225 Super Puma. All of them awed in shock except for Yves' parents and Yves.

He called, and motioned me to the car. A large smile crossed my face, and I ran over to Xavier's car. I was always excited to get a chance to ride with him. For his sixteenth birthday, his parents took him to a car dealership, and allowed him to pick out any car he wanted. Xavier was a car fanatic, so instead of just picking a car off the lot, he had one custom ordered. He had fallen in love with the Ford GT. It was a sleek matte black car, with silver racing stripes. He told me that he chose the launch control interior because of me. My favourite colour was orange, so he chose to have orange added to his car.

Once their cars drove in through the huge black gate, Violet glanced through the tinted glass window of her rear seat and her jaws dropped in amazement, shock, surprise, what was it that she could give as a name to her present state? Her jaw and mouth were dropped in awe. ‘Is this a house?’ Her subconscious mind asked.