Waver Velvet Novels & Stories

Waverly was dressed in a beige, royal-like high-collared one-piece dress. As the collar and bodice were sewn with lace, the dress looked utterly elegant and sophisticated. Her fairer-than-snow face exuded an air of an elegant, exquisite, formal, and wealthy heiress. Everyone in the lounge looked at her as though they saw a princess from a dreamy western royal family. When Charmine saw Waverly, her eyes twitched. There it was again, that heavy sense of familiarity.

She can hear his voice and his frustration in her head. Waverly: I'm just kidding. Take a chill pill, will you? Dwayne didn't respond to her message, making her annoyed. She hated being the last one to message. What is he? A gold? She thought and scoffed. “Your highness?” Amo called her attention. “Is he ready?” Amo nodded. “He's waiting for you now, Duchess.” Waverly stood up and fixed her clothes. She's wearing a black racer back paired with her leather jacket and pants. Her hair is tied up in a high ponytail.

Maven noticed but said nothing at first, his gaze flicking over her curves before returning to her face. So tell me about this piece, he said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You mentioned in the email something floral with a twist, running along your lower back and curving toward your hip. That right? Monic nodded, crossing her legs to steady herself. Yeah. I want it to start right here, she explained, placing a hand on the small of her back just above the curve of her ass. Something wild like roses and thorns, but with delicate vines that wrap around my hip bone and dip a little lower. Not too low, but enough to feel secret, you know. Like it is only for me to know it is ther

I pushed the door open, and my jaw threatened to drop for a second time. It was a masterpiece of black marble, a freestanding deep soaking tub, and a rainfall shower that looked big enough to stand a family in. But as I walked up to the vanity, my eyes landed on a row of high-end feminine products—expensive face washes, designer body scrubs, and silk hair wraps.

“You’ve cracked the shell of something global. Velvet wasn’t just a club it was a gatekeeper. A dam holding back truths most people are too fragile to understand. And now you’ve broken it.” Vivienne spoke, voice steady but sharp: “You mean trafficking. Exploitation. Blackmail.” Alaric didn’t blink. “I mean balance.” Isolde scoffed. “You mean power.” A fourth figure stepped forward, a female, silver-haired, face veiled in a sheer black net. “Balance,” she said softly, “is delicate. This world needs places like Velvet. You think you’re saving it, Miss Wrenleigh, but you’re merely gutting the only systems that keep worse things hidden.”

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.

--- He walked across the room in three massive strides. Sera barely had time to react before he was looming over her — gigantic, hot, and potent. Valerio reached down and opened the box with a snap of the lid. Inside, resting against black velvet, was a collar. Black leather. Streamlined. One silver ring in the middle. Simple. Beautiful. Irrefutably possessive. Her knees turned to water. --- "No," Sera breathed, stepping back. "I'm not. I'm not some pet you can just—"

The argument was legally correct. Velvera knew enough pack law to understand my limits. “I am not searching,” I said. “I am asking you not to move one item.” “And if I refuse?” My Alpha dominance filled the room before I intended it. Velvera’s wolf reacted, forcing her gaze down. “You will not move it.” Her hands curled at her sides. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then I stepped closer to examine the cloak without touching it. The embroidery along the lower edge was unusual. Dark red thread formed small pointed flowers beneath curling black vines. The stitching looked handmade, not produced by one of Ironclaw’s common tailors.

“‘The petitioner receives… the secondary vehicle… a 2021 Mercedes… and… the contents of the… smaller wine cellar...’” Riven chuckled darkly, gripping her hips and driving deeper. “Pathetic. Keep going.” “‘…and the… jewelry gifted during the… marriage, excluding… pieces valued over… fifty thousand...ahh, fuck yes!’” He fucked her harder against the glass, one hand reaching around to pinch and tug at her nipples. The city lights blurred in her vision as pleasure built inside her. Every thrust pushed her breasts more firmly against the window, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

Bellamy's eyes flickered, but it quickly merged into his dark pupils, "You are so considerate. Thank you." "I got you a set of thermal undergarments, too. It's great against the cold. It is said to have added magnetism in it, which could speed up blood circulation. It's good for the body. I'll give it to you tomorrow as a New Year's gift," Waverly said with a smile. "Sounds good. Did you buy one for yourself?" Bellamy asked. "There weren't many released this time around because it is still under clinical trial, they only had a total of nine pieces. I snagged one. I'll grab another one when they release them again next year."