Charlie X Violet Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Xander has always scoffed at social media. Violet's face twists, God she’s ugly when she looks like this. Pure hatred is evident. “It's you who isn't loved, you bitch! You don't understand what he and I had!” Violet loses control and pushes the champagne glass I am holding against me causing it to spill, I watch as the golden liquid soaks into my beautiful gown. The bitch. I hate her so much that I could easily strangle the life out of her. I gasp as I watch her take her own glass of red wine and throw it in her face. Oh. My. God. What is wrong with this woman? She is totally out of control.

"Ugh, stop it. Why are you thinking about your ex-fiancée when you're with me? Focus!" Lisa hooked her arms around his neck, her hand slipping deftly under his shirt and moving downward. Charlie couldn't resist; he pushed her down onto the couch and kissed her with a hunger I'd never seen before—not even during our first time together. Clothes scattered to the floor within moments. I thought I'd seen enough, but the absurdity escalated. A group of women from The Velvet Bite wearing black stockings and nothing else above the waist—entered the scene, wrapping themselves around Charlie.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, Charlie stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant sea. In a little over four hours, she would be home. His heart was at ease. What he didn’t know was that she was just nearby, scrambling to change clothes. “Charlie, you look so good in this color.” Vance, having changed into his attire, walked out and was immediately struck by Charlie in a purple velvet suit. His eyes gleamed with admiration. Charlie tilted his head slightly, his tone calm and distant: “You look like a walking eggplant. What’s so great about it?”

I tell Violet. The words leave before I can stop them. The crowd gasps. “What?” she breathes. “Say you belong to me,” I say. “And I’ll stop.” Zoella groans beneath me. Violet’s hands tremble. “I will never belong to you.” Something inside me cracks. I shove Zoella again. Violet stands. She scans the ground. Finds a stone. She doesn’t hesitate. She throws it. The stone cuts through the air and hits my left eye.

Charlie defends me and for some reason, these women clearly believe her word more than mine, "Theodore and Nukea are fated mates, just like me and Rahul. They're just starting their relationship now that Isabella’s baby is out and clearly not Theo’s. So, like I said, you have to stop being rude to her and enjoy the day." "Also, Theo said he was going to banish anyone who disrespected his mate," Violet adds with a smirk full of mischief, "So if I were you, I'd consider shutting the fuck up." The way each and every one of them goes completely silent in disbelief makes me feel empowered. For the first time in my entire life. Maybe this new position won't be so bad after all. ➿➿➿➿ The rest of th

Vera had always been puzzled by why Charlie had been unexpectedly kind to her since the moment he was suddenly brought to the top floor of Scarlet Pinnacle Manor by the ring. He not only gave her a share of all of his pills but also promised longer lives to Mr. Raven and the others. Charlie had even put down everything he had on hand in order to accompany her all the way to Yorkshire Hill. All she wanted was to visit her parents' graves on Mount Twint, but she didn't expect Charlie to buy Violet Group which owned Mount Twint directly. Charlie even planned to carry out large-scale renovations here to facilitate her future visits to her parents' graves.

Charlie smiles and we silently go down the block, walking fast to keep up with Jackson. “I haven’t been here in years,” Charlie muses to herself when we roll up to the park. Jackson ditches his bike and sprints ahead, seeing some of his friends from school. I keep walking, finding a spot in the shade to sit and give Violet her bottle. Charlie watches us for a moment before sitting next to me. She smiles at Violet, baby-talking a hello to try and get her to smile. “How old is she?” “Two and a half months,” I answer without having to think. “Quinn and Archer’s little one is only a few weeks older.”

Violet sat on the couch with her laptop in front of her placed on the table . Ryan inputs the pass code and swings the door open . “ Hi Rys ” the voice greeted “ Charlie ! ”

When Ava saw her cousin and her spirit almost left her body, but she tried to put herself together. Violet's eyes softened and she saw Ava, her lips curled into a genuine but weak smile, Violet's skin was looking pale, which happens when people stay in prison but she hasn't been here up to a month and she's already looking this terrible, it raised concern in Ava's heart, her mouth was bruised, her skin had tiny tiny cut like she was in a fight or something. She sat opposite them and picked the communication telephone, “Hi,” she said with her smile still on.