Novel & Cerita Doffy Violet

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

“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.”

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

I bit out, unable to stay quiet any longer. Fucking hell I was going to kill her when she was sober. Instead of answering right away, Violet mulled over my question by humming some unknown song, lazily dragging her fingers up and down her sopping wet torso. The sounds she let out led me to believe whatever drug Lorenzo had given her was laced with Wolfsbane. She mewled and panted as though every brush of her fingers was bringing her closer to the edge. “Violet.” I snarled, and her eyes snapped open.

As if he would ever give any kind of serious thought to any one human for any other reason than sustenance he required from them. "I want to play beer pong, let's go take a number Suze!" Violet was ready to party in every sense of the word and beer pong was one of her favorite ways to get down. She dragged Suzie along towards the keg for a third refill, Suzie was busy searching for Darren, though she would never admit how much she really liked him, or the fact that she put on those stilettos cause she knew he loved them on her. Violet knew just how much he really meant to her though, what kind of friend would she be if she didn't know Suzie's true feelings.

It was a lot of responsibility for my little girl, but she was happy about it, she was happy to take care of a creature the same way I take care of her. Spooky is now part of the family, she asks me to feed him, when she remembers, I take them both on walks, I shower them both, and make sure they both take their treatment, Violet is almost done with hers, I decided to stop the dosage we're giving her, her body could function fully in our atmosphere, I don't want her to gain any more height, she's now tall enough to reach my chest.

The caretaker stopped scrubbing Violet's back, then she placed the washcloth on Violet's leff shoulder before leaving through the curtains. Violet sighed and continued scrubbing her back while listening to the conversation between the madam and Piggy. “This is clay soil, ma'am, you might not know this but clay soil is effective in tackling itch on skin, it also improves skin colour.” ”Are you sure this isn't a trick to—” “—I would never hurt Violet! She's my..” Piggy sighed, “This is a folk remedy only few know but it works! And besides, Violet would kill me if I gave her a wrong prescription.”

I muttered. “Curry puff...,” came a soft reply. I opened my eyes to find Violet holding a steaming hot curry puff in her tiny hands. I was taken aback, “You made this?” “No, Dad did. It’s filled with meat and it’s super delicious, Mom!” Violet exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed, watching the sauce spread all over the blanket. Violet looked up at me with a worried expression. “Will the stain come out?” she asked. I let out a sigh.

Rodney cleared his throat interrupting violet's thought as she looked away shyly . " You done checking me out ?" Rodney asked smiling sheepishly while Violet scoffed " I wasn't checking you out Mr , besides what's with you that I must check out ? " Violet rasped in a single breathe while Rodney chuckled . " Really , your blushes gave you away Violet " Rodney said softly " I'm not blushing Rodney " she snorted causing him to chuckle " you know my name violet , I think we are a match " Rodney said softly as he leaned closer to her , sniffing her scent ....