Vox X Velvet Novels & Stories

Something in her chest tightened with curiosity. He studied her for a second longer and reached for the edge of the cover and pulled it back in one clean motion, the cover fell away in a liquid sweep, pooling at their feet. The morning sunlight that was barely there slid over Red paint so deep it seemed to drink the light. Valentina’s breath caught in her lungs and the world seemed to still for a heartbeat. What the fucking fuck? A Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail, deep obsidian paint gleaming like wet glass, stood before her. Every curve whispered excess, the chrome glinting sharp in the morning light.

"Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm um waiting for Xayne". "Is she in?". "Yeah, We're about to leave for my place". "Alright then," She said and left. "Was that my Aunt?". Celeste heard her voice and the door pulled open. Xayne stepped out wearing a shirt over her bra. "Yeah, Can we leave now?". "Sure". They found their way out and into the Viper Venom 2000 in front of the building before driving off. Xayne rest her head against the window and sniffed.

I say, unable to hold my back my smile as Tyler presses the button and the car beeps in the corner. He turns to the sound and stares in shock. "No. Fucking. Way." He says as he walks over to the car and we follow behind. "An Aston Martin vantage?!" Tyler exclaims and turns back to us. "Marcella wouldn't let me get the Bentley. She thinks you can't handle it." Kyle says, rolling his eyes and I nudge him while Tyler laughs and opens the car. "This is fucking amazing! You guys didn't have to." He says, overjoyed and Kyle smiles.

I say getting out of the car. “Alright, this way ma’am.” “What of this one?” I head toward another nice car. “That is a Signature Red Tesla Model X with 22-inch MX114, Forged Wheels and color matched windows.” Kevin smiles like he personally likes the car. “I like this one,” I take a closer look at the car. “It’s an SUV,” Ismail says poking his head out from inside the car. “Oh, I am not looking for an SUV,” I comment sadly. “Alright, what about this one. This is a 2019 Chevrolet Camaro 2LT 2 door Coupe. It has 275 horsepower and 295 rpm.” Kevin tells us.

when you weren't allowed to leave. ​I shifted, the midnight-blue velvet robe heavy on my limbs. The fabric was soft—impossibly soft—but every time it brushed against my skin, I was reminded of the way Xavier had looked at me when he draped the blanket over my shoulders. Like I was a masterpiece he had finally finished stealing. ​Velvet.

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one of the men retorted, silencing the gossips. Suddenly, the resort manager, Mason, scrambled to the front. “Is everyone here? We have a high-ranking guest joining the run. Do not keep him waiting.” Ivy and Noah looked up, curious. Then, a silver-gray Maserati crunched over the gravel. My heart sank. I knew that car. I drove it. Ivy’s scent changed—fear and recognition spiked the air. Cole stepped out, dressed in white linen, looking more like a god of the forest than a businessman.

Vira's POV The deep red velvet fell heavy over my curves, the black fox fur framing my chest in a band of dark warmth that hid the angry bruises on my neck. The soft fabric hugged my waist without pinching, sweeping down past my hips in thick, rich folds that swept the floor with a quiet rustle. I looked into the small polished silver mirror beside the wardrobe, my breath catching in my throat. I didn't look like the discarded substitute bride my father had shoved into a carriage. I looked dangerous.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.