Clementine And Violet Novels & Stories

she paused to put the pieces together in her head, and it would be clueless to say that this red haired being didn't care about her, that he didn't help her with everything he possessed at the moment "pretty obvious..." "See?" she brushed her upturned nose with one of her fingers "so, my dear violet with the beautiful amethyst eyes...I NEED to know everything, and everything NEEDs to always be obvious to me" she raised her own wrist after that, starting to stare at that bracelet that matched the platinum one. "You...have one too?" he looked up with some surprise, one that didn't last long, because in the end...it was Audra. "Of course I do" he looked indignant because he thought it was too o

The house only had wooden chairs without anything else. Violet was tied to the chair with her mouth taped. She was glad when she saw that her body was okay with no wounds. At least the bastard knew how to keep his words. "Just right on time, looks like she is very important to you," "My my my, look who finally showed up. Didn't you miss your dad? Come on and give your daddy a big hug. It's been so many years," Clement said immediately Cindy walked inside the house. "Let her go. I'm the one you want and not her," Cindy ignored his words and went straight to the point without beating around the bush. She had to get Violet out of here, she thought.

“I am Ruby, Ruby Clive. Magnolia and Rhett's half-sister from an affair, so essentially a bastard, yet I still somehow have to get married like the other poor Clive women to get rid of my name." "Damn, what an intro." Violet utters. "I'm Violet, your average witch and long-term Alba parasite. " "I could not have uttered the description better myself." I add to Violet's words, and a moment of awkwardness, now that we somehow know each other, floats. "Uh, you seem used to your cousin." I utter, trying to bring up the earlier flow, but our car pulls up behind hers, making her chauffeur leave her to move the vehicle.

I cocked my head and asked, “Are you going to come willingly, Violet?” “Are you going to stop threatening to kill me, Hael?” She retorted. To torment me even further, she swiped a finger along the peak of her breasts, scooping up some of the batter. With a coo that sounded almost sexual, she licked the chocolate off the tip of her finger and pouted. I smashed my teeth together when my traitorous cock twitched. “I had the batter perfect too!” Violet huffed, then muttered. “…such a dick.” She went to scoop up another finger full when I snarled. “Fuck, that’s enough.”

hex hit. As long as he took care of those vines with love and care, and as long as he never tried to hurt his daughter again he would remain somewhat alive, but he could never leave his house as he was permanently attached by the vines. You see my darling Violet on account of whom her father was Nefertiti has never been able to make friends. Most of the parents wouldn't let their kids talk to Nefertiti, no it wasn't fair, everyone was scared of her father because of the power he possessed. You see I was the one who willed the power to keep him in check until your father surpassed me. Being unable to make friends she used art to create her own, but one day she was so miserable that she used

Clement held the microphone with a sincere tone and an unbelievably mature demeanor for a seven-year-old child. Most of the guests were young masters and ladies in the upper class, not much different in age from Clement. These young guests had been attending his parties since they were even younger. Violet was also invited, and she didn't expect to be invited here after the auction that day. With her energy and cheerfulness, Violet made many new friends, and everyone loved her happy and humorous personality. But her presence and especially her pale pink dress were offensive to Clement. He found it tacky and trite.

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”

Yet, Violet, being discerning, couldn't be swayed by the charm of a stranger. "Greetings, Madam Violet and Mr. Liam. My name is Cynthia," she deliberately left out her surname, maintaining a calm gaze on Liam. "I've come at this late hour because there's something I'd like to discuss with Mr. Liam." Liam ushered Violet to the sofa, and they settled into their seats. "Go ahead," he encouraged. Cynthia was momentarily taken aback, not anticipating Liam's straightforwardness. She turned her gaze to Violet beside him and remarked, "I can only discuss this matter privately with Mr. Liam."

Many birthdays have come and passed, my baby is finally starting to develop a big side too, the thing with us, with our planet we agreed with the humans on taking them not to just fulfil being our little who is raised and growing up to be one of us, they are also our mates, our other half, we love them, we love them having a little side, always. Violet is now the big age of fifteen, fifteen, I feel so old right now, I've been trying my best to get her to come over, I've spent seventeen years just trying to finish my business to get to this point, now that she's old enough for me to actually leave her and get back to my business, I don't want to do it.

It seemed that was all that was missing for these two, F******k official, Darren seemed to be dragging his feet, the big debate of a guy his age, to actually commit to a committed relatioship or continue the casual flirtation that usually turned to friends with benefits. The girls had made one complete turn of the downstairs as Violet finished up the last sips of her second cup of beer, she felt the felt the tingles of the liquid starting the beginning process of what they did best, intoxicate. Violet took no notice of the stranger in the corner that had his eyes on her even before she walked through the doors. He had noticed her presence even before she made a physical appearance in front