Novel & Cerita Does Violet Leave Chicago Fire

They finally entered an alcove area with a small counter, on top of which sat several vials. Violet suddenly reached out, took a small knife from her waistband, and sliced her wrist. She then reached over, grabbed a vial, and let her blood drip into it. When it was filled, she sealed it with a stopper. She bandaged her wrist with a rag, then held up the vial, examining it in the fading afternoon light. "You are putting your faith for his entire life in this one vial," Violet said. "And if it doesn't work?”

Colin touched her wrist, and my hand closed around the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles going white. Before I could leave the SUV, Violet pulled her hand away. She shook her head and said something I couldn’t hear. Colin tried to persuade her, but she refused again. After a moment, he left alone. Violet returned to the dorm. Satisfaction settled inside me, followed quickly by disgust at myself. Her refusing Colin shouldn’t have mattered. But it did. Blaze calmed. I stayed outside, contemplating on meeting her. But every time I felt horrorstruck that I was feeling so restless about a human.

As he directed Violet to take a seat on the bed, he asked with obvious displeasure. "We caught those who lit the fire on the warehouse, killed them and spared one for you to torture." Logan replied calmly. Axel groaned heavily. He had to restrain himself and prayed that his dick would nod off. He rubbed Violet's head and leaned his face near to hers while looking at her as she naively stared at him. She couldn't hear Axel's and Logan's conversation. "I will be back soon naughty mouse," He kissed her forehead. Violet's blood rushed to her cheeks, her face turned red. "O..okay." She was flustered.

Chapter 5 Violet's POV I refused to go down like this. 6 down but another set had joined to make them 16, so there were still 10 trying to get to me. My wolf was exhausted, but I kept on pushing off the use of my magic. It was volatile and for that reason had seals on it. Trying to break the seal would put a target on my back because of its explosive nature. "Arghhhh!" I screamed as I charged again. There was no use running into the night with the injuries.

"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.

She looked down at her lap as she set her plate to the side so he wouldn’t see her roll her eyes. He took a breath, but whatever he was going to say changed to “what happened to your arm?” Violet realized her sleeve rose enough to see the burn. She pulled it back down. “Nothing, just wasn’t careful enough this morning.” He scoffed with a bitter smirk but kept looking at her like she was a bug he’d never seen before and had caught under glass. It made her nervous and afraid of what he might uncover. There was no way he would be able to tell the burn was from yesterday and not this morning right? Tugging again at her sleeve, Violet collected her dishes. “I gotta get back to work,” she said and

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

As much as she didn't want to admit it, it was comforting to have something of him so close, so close to her skin at all times. It was like a point of safety. Something to hold on to. "Violet, my hearing is very good, but...it has a limit" he joked "so tell me...what came out of those beautiful lips?" "Nothing you should hear" she let out embarrassed, her face a clear, sharp crimson that went all the way to the tip of her ears "I kept my voice down on purpose..." "But if you did, it's because you had the slightest hope that I would listen" she tried to punctuate, with her characteristic wit "so, theoretically..., I should listen."

I lifted my dress to look, and what I saw stole the air from my lungs. The wounds were gone. Every single one. Was being a witch supposed to make me immortal? The thought confused me, but it didn’t matter now. Merrin needed me. I had to save him. I ran forward, tearing through the burning streets of Wolves-Heaven. Smoke clawed at my lungs as the city screamed around me. By the time I reached the palace, it was already in flames. Fire. Screams. Death. And still, I didn’t stop. His wives could flee. His council, his family… they could all run if they wanted. But I wouldn’t. I am Violet, and I would stay by his side. If he had to die, then I would die with him… or I would save him.

"Violet.. I need an explanation, you know that right? You're the closest to her, you must know something." "Sir, all I knew was that she was going for the trip, I helped her pack the bags and then she left to complete her leftover work for the day.. in the kitchen. I don't know what happened after that sir. The CCTVs don't work there either, nothing of this sort ever happened here so they all might've overlooked the CCTV issue," Violet said, speaking fast with a tensed voice as her eyes welled up. He really didn't know about these things and it angered him but he kept his cool. "Okay. Then.. why didn't you go help her and call an ambulance the moment you saw her lying on the floor like that?