Black Butler Gregory Violet Novels & Stories

I trusted him, but I did not trust her. "How do you like it here, Luna?" Gregory said. He was a handsome red-haired man with blue eyes, around Lucian's age and brawny. He was an ordinary werewolf alpha, and I wasn't attracted to him. In fact, he gave me the creeps. His eyes said more than he spoke, and I wasn't comfortable with that. "It is amazing," I said, and he nodded. "Where are you from? Because you look more like a southerner," He said, and I smiled at him.

Violet几个字没有吐出来，他这一定是做戏的吧，怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错，叫她为“Agatha”，所以就在平时也将她当Violet了。

I tell my friend, making him chuckle, I just roll my eyes at him, kissing Violet before leaving the room. I heard him talking to her, followed by Violet giggles, she was in safe hands while I showered, but just to be on the safe side, I called to Hayden telling him to assist Luca if needed. I took my time showering, before getting out, I dressed in new clean clothes, I'm sticking to sweats and house wear, Violet has vomited, spotted, bitten almost every outfit I wore in the last month. I got out of my room, toward the kitchen making the two of us some snacks, and a new bottle for Violet, I moved toward the living room, that's when I heard her cries. Uncle and Violet time is over, she must ha

Silvia asked again, "And why are you here?" "I'm an orphan," Violet softly replied. "Carl threatened to take my daughter's life. I need to know if my daughter is really dead." Silvia let out a cold laugh. "And what if she is?" "Then I will kill Carl." Violet's voice was equally icy. "I will make sure he suffers before he dies." "Hahahah—" Silvia laughed. "An enemy of Carl? Interesting. How very interesting." "Please, I beg you to tell me about Whitney," Violet begged.

“You’re mother … Frank… they-” Violet shoved him again, this time he fell over the desk. “Did nothing! You are a jealous asstart who couldn’t accept his girlfriend fell in love with someone else so you tried to control her,” she yelled at him. A bitter look crossed her father’s face as he pulled himself up. Glaring at her, he shouted, “Code Black!” A thundering sound came from the stairs and when Violet glanced back, Morgan and several other werewolves started filling the room.

(smiling emoji) Vi: You say that now, but if I hear her yell ‘hit me’ one more time I’m going to hit her! I chuckle, Greg and Violet has been teaching her blackjack since Christmas and she loves to scream that out randomly while playing. Glancing up from my phone as the food is now set in front of me all I can focus on is the sauce dripping off of the meaty bones. I swear, I’m drooling now. “Anything else you need, sir?” I blink and look up to thank her before my mouth slams shut. Her boobs are huge! And falling out of her low cut top! And in my face! Holy shit! I shake my head quickly as she giggles and walks away.

“The doctors did everything they could, but… there were complications. You-” “Complications?” Violet interrupted, her voice rising again, laced with desperation. “What do you mean? I need to see my baby! I need to know my baby is safe!” Just then, Dr. Archer Clyfford entered the room, his expression serious and solemn. He scanned the scene before him, his eyes landing on Violet. The sight of her distress tore at him, but he steeled himself, knowing he had to deliver the harsh truth. “Violet,” he said, stepping closer, his voice steady but gentle. “You need to understand something important.”

“And yet you’re brooding about her instead of ignoring her. Sounds like she got under your skin.” Damian’s glare could’ve cut glass. “She means nothing.” “Sure,” Reed said lightly. “Keep telling yourself that.” Damian turned back to the window, refusing to take the bait. But deep down, Reed was right. Evelyn Carter’s eyes had unsettled him. And that made her dangerous. Gregory’s POV Gregory Blackwood stood in his study, the city lights reflecting endlessly beyond the window. His cane rested against the desk, but he didn’t need it tonight. The thrill of victory gave him strength.

Sasha was not following. Greg sighed audibly, like he was getting frustrated of having to explain something so simple and obvious. He sipped on his drink to calm himself before saying, “That’s a problem because that King cousin of mine chose to be a goody-two-shoes with the Blackfurs, and made that Blackfur cousin of his second-in-command.” Greg drowned his drink before slamming the glass back on the table with force. It was a miracle that the glass didn’t break.

In any other situation, it would have been sweet, but his chilling words still hung heavy in the air. "So you're going to do the same to him?" I rasped, my eyes darting to Hugo, needing to know he was safe in this shit storm that was brewing. "No!" They both laughed simultaneously. "Silly girl, That would be no fun; he likes pain." Violet grinned sadistically, looking through the window at Hugo. She nodded for the whipping to start again. "Then.. what?" I rushed out quickly, wanting them to just put their damn cards on the table and tell me what they wanted.