Velvette X Vox Novels & Stories

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.

I exclaimed, letting go of his hand, even though that meant losing my connection to his mind, so I could wander over and look at each and every one of them. He had two Bugatti’s, A Chiron Noir like mine but with orange accents underneath and Solid black Veyron. He had a Ferrari 250 Grand Turismo Omologato, which, by the way, is the rarest car in the world! A Lamborghini Diablo VT 6.0 Se and a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ. There was an old style Ford Model T, in perfect original condition, a Tesla Roadster, a really nice Porsche Spyder, a suped up 2021 Honda Civic….

Not three days, but it took Leonidas a month to level William Corp. Pressing the gas pedal hard, Crystal drove her white Lamborghini Aventador through the private road that connected the main gate to Xavier's mansion. It took her seven minutes until she reached the front steps of the main door, stopping right behind Xavier's red Lamborghini Veneno. "X!" Crystal skipped the preamble, jumping out as soon as she saw Xavier rushing down the steps. Her brother seemed in a hurry, even his coat was just slung over his shoulder. Crystal ignored the tight black pants that matched his white work shirt. "We need to talk!"

951 Vows were exchanged—words soaked in sincerity, promises whispered that had survived years of doubt and absence. There were tears, of course, but Ellie could hardly recognize them as sadness. These were tears of relief, of joy, of a truth finally recognized. Lena and their father clasped hands, their eyes locked, their hearts laid bare before all who watched. After the ceremony, the reception unfolded in the Maserati Bepa Guests arrived, laughter mingling with the revving engines of luxury cars parked in neat rows outside. Food was served, drinks poured, and the air buzzed with

Ezekiel didn't think mentioning the word 'mate' would be of any good talk less of Luna; the way Xavier treated the girl was a clear sign that he despised her. "And you're concerned because…" Xavier asked with raised brows. "Just wondering," Ezekiel shrugged and paused for a moment before adding, "Jenedeith would be back soon." "The sooner the better…" Xavier trailed off with a frown and raised his head to sniff the air, then cursed at once, and in a split second, something big crashed to the side of the car sending it tumbling a few times, before coming to a stop. Ezekiel pushed himself off the steering wheel and glanced outside the window just in time to see a number of cloaked vampires run

Charles rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen, “You’re an asshole,” “Bye Xander,” Damien says with a laugh. I leave the house and go down to the lobby where I know X is waiting for me with my car for the night, I greet my Westhuizen and I step outside the building, X is standing outside the car with a gift bag in his hand. “X,” I greet. “Good evening sir, you are looking sharp and ready,” he smiles, “I got the finest wine I could find and picked out the Rover SUV, matte black, of course.”

"I'll have you checked in right away. Welcome to Milan." Marcus took their bags from the car while they began walking towards the front door. A black sedan waited outside on the Milanese street while Xavier stood on the pavement looking at it with an intensity that was different from his usual focused attention. He walked to the driver's side window and said something to the driver in low rapid Italian that Scarlett, standing three feet away, caught only pieces of. —struttura della carrozzeria proiettili sotto il pianale— She spoke enough Italian to understand what it meant.

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.”

Beautiful, but forbidding, with a hint that entry did not come with any guarantee of exit. Vixen was not a delicate flower, and in her twenty-six years of life, she had learnt that there were some people that just had decayed souls, and that the law only went so far towards controlling them, but Gregory was a good guy, for all his shady side. She trusted her sense of people, it was what made her a good Domme, and had never led her astray. She parked the Ferrari neatly between a Maserati and a Porsche. Nice, she thought, wishing she could take a snap for her social media, but the owners of the Maserati and Porsche probably would not appreciate it.

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