Novel & Cerita Clementine And Violet

Violet raised an eyebrow, adding, "Now that you mention it, they do have the same features—eyes, ears, nose, mouth, all in perfect proportion. Are we sure they aren't siblings?" Cynthia blushed deeply and scoffed. "Ugh, you two are the ones who look like siblings." Violet looked between them and asked, "But seriously, when did you two catch each other's eye?" Violet was already thinking about whether she would need to prepare a wedding gift or add to Cynthia's trousseau. Well, she might end up doing both since the bride and groom were both her good friends. She sighed happily. It had been a long time since she had the pleasure of spending money so freely.

Violet sat quietly in a corner, her mind racing with thoughts of how to protect Clyde from Eva’s next move

He scrunched up his nose. "Alpha Kane." He called, searching for me from behind the pile of work at my desk. "Ah, Luna Violet." He called and my expression paused. He was in the council room when the elders and myself agreed that she couldn't hold any titles unless it was officiated. Yet he was throwing the title around casually. "Beta Rolland." Violet beamed as she turned around. "Have you been well?" Since when did they get so chummy with each other? "What's going on here?" I asked as I rose up behind my desk.

"Oh. Marcus Hale's office just called back. They had a cancellation. Can you be there in an hour?" I looked at her. At my fierce, loyal, perfect best friend. "Yes," I said. "Let's go destroy them." The elevator doors opened to the lobby. Miguel looked up, saw my face, and quickly looked away. Smart man. Because Violet Carter was done being the victim. Violet Carter was going to war.

"I can't believe you have become such a successful Luna. You really raised Luna's standard. I am proud of you." Violet broke the hug and smiled at her. "Thank you." Cherry turned her head and called her two daughters. "Come here. Meet your sister-in-law." The two young girls of Daisy's age approached Violet. They were twins. They bowed to Violet and said, "Good evening, Luna." "Rise," Violet said with a chuckle. The girls looked hesitant. So she herself moved forward and hugged them. "Mena and Lena, it's been a long time."

It pressed against her skin, causing her to cry out. What in the world… Why would hunters mess around with Candice, seeing as how she was human? How was Violet controlling the vines? Was she a gifted wolf? Gifts didn’t run in our family, but sometimes they’d pop up out of nowhere if the Goddess decreed it. “Go right ahead. You have no leverage over me. Tell them what I am. YOU hold no power any longer. YOU are nothing at all,” Violet said with an amused laugh.

How classy of them. I stand beside Violet and notice how she stiffens slightly when my arm grazes hers. Her eyes flicker to mine and then the one in yellow says, “Hi, I’m Cara,” and sticks her hand out, leaning over to give me a better view of her cleavage. I look at her hand and then back to her. After a couple seconds, I feel Violet elbow me and I roll my eyes slightly but take her hand and say, “Kane,” and then pull my hand back quickly.

“I just want him to stand a little higher… so the fall is harder.” The night before the wedding, I received a video. In it, Lina stood in a glass greenhouse with a Rottweiler at her side. She took my mother’s blue diamond necklace and fastened it around the dog’s neck. “Does it look good, Violet?” She even pulled out an old photo of my mother and stepped on it with her heel. Lina pressed her foot against the Rottweiler’s exposed belly and gave a command. “Violet. Roll. Good dog.”

Violet wiped the tears from Selena's eyes. "I love you," Selena said, holding Violet’s hands and kissing them. "I love you more, Mom," Violet said, helping Selena back to the bench. After a deep breath, Violet spoke. "Mom, I want to introduce you to someone." Selena, her eyes still red from earlier, looked at Violet. "Mom, this is Sean," Violet said. Selena's eyes locked on him immediately. Sean, seeing his sister after years, could barely control his emotions.

I watched realization dawn on his face—horror first, then fury, then something dark and calculating as the truth carved itself into him. Me. I was his true mate. The silence was deafening. Penny turned, confusion knitting her brow—then she felt it too. Her face twisted, disbelief cracking into rage. “No,” she whispered. Then louder. “No. This isn’t happening.” Neal released her hand as if burned. “This is a mistake,” he said sharply, his gaze never leaving me. “The moon goddess—she’s wrong.” A collective gasp swept the room. He stepped forward, voice cold, merciless. “I reject you, Violet Ambrose.”