Clementine And Violet Novels & Stories

Did she know about all his flings and affairs? Odd compliment, but I took it and smiled at her as she shook my hand. “My name is Cassie. But you can call me Cass. That emotionally constipated brick wall is my brother. Half-brother, technically. And I am really jet-lagged right now.” She stifled a yawn, and I smiled at her, shaking her hand. “I am Violet, and I only want an alliance for my pack.” “Of course, you do. Because if you were a gold digger that strutted in impossibly high heels, I would have strangled you to death.”

“If this is about schemes, why wouldn’t I have picked Adrian? You know what? I don’t care what you think, I’m sending that woman away.” “Her name is Celeste,” he growls, his eyes dark with hatred. “And you will do no such thing.” He reaches for my chin, but I step back, refusing the touch. “A year goes by fast,” he warns. “Be careful, Violet. That woman… she might end up as the next Luna when you step down.” My jaw clenches, fingers curling at my sides as he smirks coldly and walks away. I watch his retreating back, anger burning in my chest, making it hard to breathe. Damn you, Lucius. Damn you.

"Then show them fire. Not surrender." "Fire burns everyone. Even those I care about." Their eyes met. There was too much history between them to speak more. "Leave me, Helena." A beat of silence. Then a nod. She exited. Blythe's Quiet Rebellion The room was silent again. Blythe walked to the cabinet, uncorked the wine Vito left behind, and poured a single glass. She drank—not in pleasure, but in calculation. She returned to the desk, fingers hovering over the red ribbon.

I pick the petite she-wolf from the grown in our embrace as he lays her head on my shoulder and wraps her delicate arms around my neck and legs around my waist. “Is it stupid that I am a little jealous? I didn't even get one of those before he appeared!” Oakley says behind me. Ignoring him, I inhale Violet’s scent and calm my emotional storm. I know I need Lilly to accept me before it disappears, but right now… all I need is one word from Violet. “Mine” I breathe out. Full of hope and longing, I wait anticipating her response. “Ours” Violet breathes back. I feel my body relax slightly as I hold her.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

It was not possible. They both turned to me when I shut the door behind me. Reese closed the makeup palette and put it aside. She quickly pulled out some black heels from the bag beside her and handed them to Violet. Violet was wearing a white gown that was full-length, reaching all the way to her ankles with a slit that ran up to her mid-thigh. It accentuated her curves and was snug in just the right places. The heels she had put on made her look even more beautiful. I cleared my throat in a bid to regain some sense of normalcy. Violet had fixed her stare on me, and it was taking a lot of self-control not to close the distance between us. I didn’t understand why I was feeling this way. Was

As despair settled over me, Violet twisted off the lipstick cap. Smiling, she drew on the blurry black-and-white image. A grotesque clown with tears of blood. "See, Clara? Isn't this cuter?" She held up her masterpiece like a kid showing off a drawing. "A sad little clown baby. Very artistic." Something inside me snapped. I don't know where the strength came from. I tore free from Kent's grip and lunged at Violet like a madwoman. "I'll kill you!" I slammed her to the floor and wrapped my hands around her throat.

She held a sleek silver tablet under her arm, her eyes cold and completely untouchable. Kaelen looked up. His breath caught in his throat. His green eyes grew wider and wider until they looked ready to pop out of his skull. "Vi... Violet?" Kaelen’s voice was a breathless, broken whisper. The girl he had thrown out into the rain five years ago—the poor, wolfless office assistant who wore oversized gray sweaters—was standing right in front of him. But she didn't look like Violet. She looked like a queen. Seraphina didn't look at his face. She walked straight to the opposite end of the table, pulled out a heavy leather chair, and sat down smoothly. King Dominic stood right behind her right shou

Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in. The thought of that rude woman made her blood boil. She recalled the way she treated Mila, called her slave and insulted her. Then she was Xavier's mistress meaning she'd be here regularly. Violet sat beside a beautiful red rose bush, and bringing her knees up, she leaned close and enjoyed the sweet scent of the flowers. She slowly traced their little buds and stem, then hissed quietly when something pricked her finger and she just starting to suck on it when a small growl froze her.

After we were done, we tidied up the kitchen and went back to the living room. Just then, Emily walked in. "How did you get in?" I asked her, and she showed me the key in her hand. " What were you doing when I messaged you?". She replied that she had been busy and hadn't seen my message until later. "I messaged you because I wanted to introduce you to my friend," I said, pointing to Helen. Helen stepped forward and introduced herself to Emily. "I'm Helen, Violet's only friend," she said, and I laughed. Emily smiled and said, "I'm Emily, her cousin and best friend."