Mag-log inViolet My heart pounded heavily in my chest, a frantic rhythm that vibrated all the way down to my bones as I stared down at Hades. Saying I was angry, frustrated, and scared would be a massive understatement. In reality, I was consumed by rage and panic.The image of my family lying lifeless on that bloody floor was still burned into the back of my eyelids. I had to protect them. Anyone who dared to touch my brother and my friends,.anyone who tried to take them away from me, I would kill them with my own hands. Even if that person was him, the man pinned beneath me, I would do it without a single shred of hesitation. Before I ever had him, I had them. They were my foundation, my home.Even though my heart was aching, an agonizing weight in my chest screaming at me not to do it, I forced myself to push past the pain. I was going to do this. I would rather die a thousand times over than let anything happen to the people I loved.My breathing was fast and hard, shallow gasps ripping fr
I dropped the cake, the box hitting the floor with a hollow thud, but I couldn't even force myself to look down at it. My hands stayed frozen in the air, trembling so violently that my fingers actually ached. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was blood. It was everywhere in front of me, smeared across the floor in pools, splattered against the walls, and dripping down the furniture. The sickening smell hit the back of my throat, bringing a bitter taste to my mouth as my heart hammered frantically against my ribs. Cold dread ran down my spine, making my entire body shake. "You guys..." My voice trembled, sounding weak in the heavy silence of the house. "What is the meaning of this? Why is there red paint on the floor? Is this some kind of joke?" I took a sharp breath, desperately trying to force the lie into my own head. Paint. It’s just paint. But even as the words left my lips, I knew it wasn’t true. The crimson staining the room didn't look like paint. It was too dark a
HadesMy lips curled up. It wasn’t my usual smirk, the amused one I wore when I was toying with someone. No, this was different. I was proud of her.Proud to see the woman I cherished finally standing in her power like this. She wasn’t the same hesitant girl who overthought every move, who second-guessed herself and ran at the first sign of complication. Tonight, she didn’t care about the consequences. She didn’t let anyone push her around or get away with anything. And most importantly, she wasn’t running from me anymore.She wanted me, as much as I wanted her.My eyes glistened with that raw satisfaction as I kept one hand on the wheel, the city lights streaking past us. I tightened my grip on her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric of her dress.“Open, princess,” I said, my voice low, and commanding.I felt the shiver that ran through her body almost instantly. Then, without hesitation, she obeyed. Her legs parted wide for me, opening herself up right there in t
Violet Roman looked at me for a long second, his usual sharp gaze softening so dramatically it felt like the rest of the world blurred out of existence. His eyes held something tender and gentle, as if I was the single person on earth who could coax that gentleness from him. Then he smiled and asked, “Are you okay now, Violet?”I stared at him, taking in the way his face had relaxed, the genuine worry etched in every line. Something inside me cracked open. His face was too ridiculous after everything that had just happened.I couldn’t hold it in anymore.A laugh burst out of me, loud and unrestrained. My shoulders shook as the sound echoed through the room. All three men turned to look at me at once, Roman’s eyes widening in confusion, Alec watching calmly, and Hades looked at me like I was something magical and beautiful he wanted to stare at for the rest of his life.I didn’t care. I clutched my stomach, laughing harder until tears streamed down my cheeks. I swiped at them with
Violet The first time I went to a club, I hated every second of it, even though I tried to pretend that I didn’t. Riley had dragged me there with Nora and a few of her friends, all of them dressed like they belonged in that kind of place while I stood there feeling like I had walked into the wrong life. The music was too loud, the lights were too bright, and the air felt suffocating, thick with perfume and alcohol and people who looked like they had never known what it meant to struggle.Riley didn’t even try to hide it. She barely spoke to me the entire time, choosing instead to laugh with her friends, whispering things I knew were about me, making sure I felt out of place without ever saying it directly. It was her way of reminding me where I stood, of making sure I never got too comfortable around her.I could have left. I should have left, but I didn’t.Sebastian had just started at that school, and even though it was a scholarship program, even though my aunt and uncle weren’t p
HadesI watched her disappear into the crowd, and my eyes followed her without missing a single step as she moved further away from me and into the center of attention like she naturally belonged there.There was something dangerously captivating about Violet in moments like this, something that made it impossible to look away once your gaze landed on her, because she did not try to demand attention and yet somehow commanded all of it without effort. The soft lights traced along her body, highlighting every curve in a way that would make any woman envious, and for a brief second, I found myself thinking that even the word beautiful was not enough to describe her.When she stepped fully into the crowd, she began to move.Her body swayed along with the rhythm in a slow, lazy dance, as if she was simply enjoying herself without caring about who was watching, and that indifference only made her more intoxicating. People around her couldn’t help but stare, some openly admiring her as if th
Violet I have always thought I didn’t like hobbies. I used to believe I was the kind of person who simply endured life, without ever finding something that genuinely thrilled me, but I was wrong. I found one. A twisted one, perhaps, but it was satisfying nonetheless. I loved watching people think
Nora “This is absolutely disgusting!” The professor slammed his hand on the table, and the papers shook violently. “What is the meaning of this? How could a student from our prestigious school do something like this? And to make it worse, she’s a scholarship student. She’s already staying here for
Violet I had gotten myself too deep into something I was never supposed to. I could feel it. I was like a cornered mouse with no place to run. “You made a deal with me, Violet, even if you don’t realize it. And I always collect what I’m owed.” His words echoed inside my head, bouncing off every
Violet I paused.That voice, I knew it.I turned, scanning the walkway until I saw a familiar figure running straight toward me. My heart instantly eased. I smiled before I even realized it.Sebastian.My little brother.Roman stepped back immediately, his tall frame pulling away just as Sebastian







