Fourth Wing Fanfiction Violet Hurt Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Wow, so miracles are possible.” Again, Violet’s irritation got the better of her and she rolled her eyes with a soft scoff. She so did not have the energy for this. Standing, Violet grabbed her tray. She had forgotten about her wrist, thanks to her irritation with Nolan, and grabbed it with her left hand. Wincing as a flair of pain shot up her arm, Violet quickly switched hands. The beta shot up with a hint of alarm on his face. “You’re hurt, what happened?” Again, her irritation got the better of her. “Are you serious right now?”

She just needed to look better. Violet had her hand to a door handle when she froze. A low noise drew her attention to a slightly open door at the end of the hallway. Pain poked her chest as she tip toed towards the door, the noises becoming more and more recognizable yet incoherent. "Wha…" Violet gasped quietly, eyes widening in shock. Her bright eyes quickly dimmed as anger, hurt, and shame toppled over her, making her knees go weak. The pain in her chest had gotten worse now, aching greatly as she watched her supposed mate banging Jenedeith, and moaning in pleasure.

"You saw me in the restroom, didn't you? You saw her bullying me with her friends. I can’t figure out why she hates me so deeply that she’d go to such lengths to hurt me. What kind of hatred drives someone to follow someone else around just to cause pain?" "I... Don't get it, dear. What are you saying?" "You don't remember it?" Violet gawped at her mother. "What?" Auriele pretended to know nothing. Violet tried to make her recall the incident but when her mother faked oblivion, she frowned. "Didn't you see her carving words on my... On my thighs. They're right... Here?" "Where is what, dear?" Auriele inquisitively watched as Violet touched a hand on her inner thighs.

Violet's POV I was in the infirmary room receiving treatment for my gunshot wounds when Morgan walked in with Harry and some of the guards. Lucien had done too much damage to my flesh, even more than we had discussed, but it was worth everything. I was a scorned woman, and I was ready for any consequence that followed as long as I exacted my revenge. I was Violet Sinclair and I take it personally when I am being treated as a fool or an option. I wasn't an option, even when my father made me one. I didn’t get crushed. I adapted. I was manipulated. And I conquered.

“You deserve someone who treats you right.” Violet nodded, but her expression darkened slightly as she continued. “Richard was the complete opposite. He hurt me so many times. He even…” She hesitated, taking a shaky breath. “He would lock me in cages if I told him no. If I refused him.” I felt my stomach drop, and a wave of anger coursed through me. “He what?” I nearly growled, horrified at the thought of anyone treating Violet that way. “I swear, Violet, I will never let that happen to you again.”

He should be satisfied with that. Violet strode out of the hospital and sighed as soon as she got out. "What just happened in there? Why was I excited when he smiled? Why do I care about how he felt about my words? Are you silly, Violet? That man hurt you with words and actions six years ago. He hurt you with everything he had and was never remorseful about it. You have to return the same energy," she thought, digging nails into her skin.

Her finger pressed against the human side of Rebecca’s arm—the one warped over the too-large bones of her wolf form. “I can’t imagine the pain she’s in,” Violet mused. “Having her muscles and skin stretched like this—pulled over a frame too big for her human body.” Rebecca’s arm trembled violently under Violet’s touch. “One wrong move,” Violet added, a cruel smile curling her lips, “and it might just rip.” I felt bile rise in my throat. Violet's blackened eyes slid back to me, her smile deepening. “Too bad for her,” she sang softly. “We’re just getting started.”

Violet POV. I won't lie, I hoped and wanted him to come back, that night when I went to bed I wished really really hard for him to be back, to help me get dressed and for him to come and hug me again, I loved the hugs and cuddles, I can't live without hugs anymore. The bed felt colder than ever, my body felt hot and icky, and my head hurt, I didn't want to sleep alone, so I had to call someone, and so I did.

“It’s simple, Cole. You've been treating her like she is still that broken fragile princess she once was. She is not anymore. She knows what she wants and is going after it. And here you are on a road to self destruction.” “I don't want to hurt her or bring back her painful past by unnecessarily being callous or controlling with her like Mad and Dom were with their women.” “Whether you believe it or not, but living with us has made Violet a lot similar to what we are. She is a Carter, Cole. And we sure as fûck are stubborn when we want something. We might be broken but we learn to be strong when needed. So you have to stop treating her with kid gloves.

You always did. I won't write again. This is closure for both of us. You don't need my letters or apologies cluttering your new life. But I wanted you to know that the man who hurt you is trying to die. And maybe, eventually, someone better will take his place. I'm sorry, Violet. For all of it. For every lie, every betrayal, every moment I made you doubt yourself. You were never the problem. You were always the solution I was too damaged to accept.