Dash X Violet Novels & Stories

Arlo whistled though so she was happy. Then came Violet. In a spaghetti strap satin black dress that came down to her ankles and had a high split up the side. It accentuated her curves nicely yet looked timeless. She wore a black fur sash around her shoulders. The men all clapped in approval and the twins whistled and cheered so loud.

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

"Those shots may have gone to my head." "And this is why I don't drink a lot until after I do my makeup," Violet chuckled. "It's a norm that I'm on makeup duty when it comes to parties. Sasha is pretty good at makeup, but Alice is horrific." "Hey!" Alice protested. "It's true," Sasha agreed. Brooklyn smirked and waited patiently as Violet did her makeup. "Will the bruise be easy to cover?" "Relatively," Violet nodded. "The cut might be a little tricky."

Yet, none of them could deny the fact that Violet could be mean to them, anyhow hey will run away from her once they notice her facial expressions. Violet and the Fridlings all entered their various vehicles and drove away to her new home. Violet sat in a blue Chevrolet with Ramon sitting beside her in the back seat and Connor sitting at the front seat with the driver of their car. Ramon’s parents were in another car that was ahead of theirs. The wedding wasn’t really that much of a big party. It sure had some uninvited guest but many of the guests there were invited and they were there just to confirm suspicions and also to criticize, even though many others were happy for the couple.

Why was he suddenly taking a test of my rattaficationry self? “You know this information needs to be shared with potential clients and Visa counselors charge somewhere around 40-50 thousand for this job,” he mentioned as he looked at me. “Revise these, you have an hour.” No, he was Not giving her a choice was a command. For some reason, her eyes had gone to his hand veins when he gripped the pen. A pen. DAMN FUCKING PEN! An hour later, she had all her memories as she walked inside his cabin. “Write them all,” She nodded and wrote all of them, but got stuck at just one.

He has just given me the dress and then he has disappeared, choosing to not see her dead. Sighing, I lower my head and feel pain squeezing my heart all over again. Stefan is wrong, accepting doesn’t help…it only makes me sadder. I move past Cassius and Stefan and make my way to Violet’s casket. It’s black in colour and its insides are of maroon colour. There are flowers placed all around it, leaving a small space to walk forward and look down at her face. Her face is pale and her lips blue. When I look down at her closed eyes, I feel the pangs of pain hitting my already bleeding heart.

Annabel said. "Scared?" Violet thought. "I'm Nightshade, the number one assassin. Why would I be scared of some metal thing?" It would be a disgrace to her beloved idol, Duskshade. Violet didn't know what spurred her, but she somehow got on the ride. Carl and Annabel sat on both sides of her. The ride hadn't even started, but Violet's legs were already shaking. Violet had truly never gotten on such a thrilling ride before. Every time she came with Whitney, they would go on more relaxed rides.

“The doctors did everything they could, but… there were complications. You-” “Complications?” Violet interrupted, her voice rising again, laced with desperation. “What do you mean? I need to see my baby! I need to know my baby is safe!” Just then, Dr. Archer Clyfford entered the room, his expression serious and solemn. He scanned the scene before him, his eyes landing on Violet. The sight of her distress tore at him, but he steeled himself, knowing he had to deliver the harsh truth. “Violet,” he said, stepping closer, his voice steady but gentle. “You need to understand something important.”

Vance brushed his lip against the purple and was about to kiss her when someone yelled purple’s name. “What the hell are you doing, purple?” Daxon yelled, and purple flinched and pulled away. “go kiss your so-called mate whom you love, not her “, he shouted and dragged purple out of the room. Leaving a disappointed Vance who doesn’t know what to do. “Should I forget Astrid, or should I forget Purple? “ Vance asked himself. “whom do I choose?” “ Daxon,” Purple said, and Daxon stopped in his tracks along with Purple, whom he was dragging with him.

Violet looked at Vance and said, "Take her to the pack house." Beta Vance hurriedly picked Daisy up and went to his car. After placing Daisy in the back seat of his car, he turned to look at Violet. "Luna, what about you?" Violet turned around to find that Daniel was no longer standing there. She looked around, only to see him walking down the street. She gazed at his wounded arm. She did not know why, but a sense of worry made her feel heavier inside. She returned her gaze to Beta Vance and replied,