Clementine X Violet Novels & Stories

Hiding behind nobility when really I was just a coward. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of becoming something else. Afraid of— “Enzo Santini. As I live and breathe.” I looked up. Violet. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, barely dressed in her costume. Red lace that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Violet.” I didn’t move. Just watched her with detached interest. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Just sank onto the couch beside me. Close. Too close.

Xavier asked, taking his time, as if savoring the moment. “No,” Violet whispered, her eyes darting to mine, pleading silently. “Then I have a bit of explaining to do,” Xavier sighed, almost mockingly. “Well, well. Your mother must have left out some important details.” He chuckled dryly, a sound that made my skin crawl. I was curious to know where he was heading to with what he was saying. “Your dad is Sebastian Valenwood. Does that ring a bell?” Violet’s head remained limp, her eyes staring off into some distant void.

I hated how effective it was. Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of bed and moved to the sitting area. My tablet was on the table. I opened the encrypted vault — the one even Catriona didn’t know existed — and pulled up Samantha’s file. Dr. Samantha Voss. Thirty-one years old. Board-certified dermatologist with a thriving private practice I had helped seed. The contract was still active, ironclad, and mercilessly precise.

Her body carried a cold aura as it had just been forged from hell; the previous fake smile disappeared, replaced by an expressionless face. She talks to Caser. “Why save them?” "That's dad’s business," Caser said softly. I was startled when I heard 'dad.’ Could it be that Clara had said before that Violet was the daughter of an acquaintance, that person was Caser? Why didn’t I think Violet was also very good at using poison and knowledgeable in medicine? "But that's Alpha Kent's enemy, our enemy as well." Violet is cold; she shows no affection for Caser. “I have to kill them now.”

Raphael says referring to Christopher. "You owe me!" Christopher smiles. "Our flight was great through. Rivers State is really the treasure base of the nation." Alison smiles. "Absolutely!" Raphael chuckles. "This is my cousin Juliet. That's my younger sister Alexandra." Raphael says introduces his guest. "Juliet, Alexs. Meet Madison and Alison." Raphael, says with a satisfactory grin. "We have already been introduced!" Juliet smiles. "Your sister is pretty." Alison smiles at Alexandra, who had a bored look on her face.

She knew if it was happy, sad, angry, upset, bitter, or somewhat lazy. “Something happened. Her voice was not natural. It was restless.” Irene on the other line, transferred her cellphone to her left ear. “Hmmm. The restless Violet! That, of course, belongs to Monet." Marie intended for the guards to hear it loudly, so she clicked the speaker. While she knew it was not permitted to speak loudly there, she needed to dissuade them from the monitors that were everywhere tracking her movements. She was an invited visitor. “You’re perfectly right. I can breathe now. The two royal guards leave.”

His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags. I admit, I’m not great at judging ‘muscle’. I’m more or less a titan sitting in on a high school boxing match. None of them have half a prayer of taking her from me powerwise. Just carelessness which they’ve proven to have in spades. “Good thing I am not yours then,” she hisses back. If only she’d started the trip with this kind of grit. There is a hard set to her naturally violet irises when she speaks again. Petals of veined purple shades seemingly internally lit in her iris. I find the defiance as unique as those mysterious eyes of hers as she struggl

“You know what? Forget about the girls here. If Willow gets back and sees that you called in a full squad, she’s going to lose her shit.” Oh, it’ll definitely be mutual. I have a mind to put a handcuff on her and have her tethered to me. “Hello? Can you hear me?!” Violet steps in front of me, getting right in my face. No one ever dares to get that close to me. But she does. She’s tall for a girl and her eyes are a pitch black color, like a moonless night sky. Is that vanilla perfume she’s wearing? “Get out of my way.” I furrow my brows at her. “Don’t let me make you.”

Did she go into hiding? Sven attached a DNA profile for Clementine that had my eyes widening. Holy fuck. Fae. That was a species which had been hunted relentlessly over the centuries. The vial that Ron had been given must’ve contained an iron compound, which was their version of wolfsbane. No fucking reason why Titan sensed power inside of Violet. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t fully Fae. Even a percentage of it could make many others pale in comparison if trained properly. I loaded up the DNA workup that we ran on Violet, with her express permission, that was also attached to Sven’s file. It must’ve just finished up.

Violet must have seen the flicker of hesitation in my expression, because her smirk widened ever so slightly. "Oh, Reigna," she sighed, as if she truly pitied me. "I know how overwhelming it is, being with someone like Carlisle. It’s intoxicating at first, but eventually, you realize you’re just another piece in his well-crafted life. And when that happens… well, I suppose I don’t have to tell you how quickly he lets go." I clenched my teeth, refusing to let her words sink in. Violet took another slow sip of her champagne, tilting her head as if studying me. Then, just before she turned away, she casually murmured, “Oh. Before I forget… tell your sister I said hello.”