Romans & histoires Fourth Wing Fanfiction Violet Hurt

"Blake, they say an ex should be a fond memory. But you? You’re just a grease stain on my soul. Where do you get the audacity to think I’d ever step back into that filth?" The look on his face was worth every cent of my family’s lost fortune. "Don't be like that, Ivy. I know you're hurt, but I swear I’ll be loyal this time." He actually reached out, his hand trembling as he tried to pull me into a hug. I recoiled as if he were a leper. "Blake, have you read the medical journals lately? A surgeon once dissected her unfaithful mate—dozens of incisions, yet not a single one was fatal. If you touch me again, I’ll show you exactly how much I learned at Pacific Heights."

I wish I could strangle Violet right now, but I can't because I don't have that power. Violet grabbed my head again. She leaned over, pulled my face close to hers, gritted her teeth, and said, "Why didn't you say something? The dirty pig! You came here just in time when I was feeling angry and bored. You will be the place where I can vent all my anger." After saying that, Violet released her hand. She swung her leg and kicked my stomach hard. My body flew like a ball; my back hit the wall and fell to the floor. The pain running down my spine kept me awake. I looked up at Violet with eyes filled with hatred.

“Stop lying to yourself. He loves Emily and hates you. He would definitely want someone to torment you like Lucius is doing right now.” Violet’s tears spilled down and made the bedsheets wet, but she bit down on her bottom lip and refused to make a sound or beg for mercy. Her stubbornness only served to stir Lucius up. All he wanted to do was make her submit to him. A battle of one trying to make the other submit and the other refusing to thus started, and it lasted for an entire night. … When Lucius left, Violet felt like she had been run over by a truck. Even her breathing was really soft. She kept her eyes opened while she cried soundlessly. Hickies and bruises marred her entire body. Not

My body was already a frozen shell, the cold seeping into my very bones. Hearing about Hallie's injuries had sent me rushing to her, with the warm pie I knew she loved. Never in my wildest nightmares could I have imagined walking into that scene, my own boyfriend, Camilo White, the beta I loved, painting me as the villain in public. He stood amidst the pack members, his every gesture exaggerated. It was a carefully cooked up lie. "Violet disappeared that night. Who knows how many rogues defiled her? She's impure. How could I ever consider marking her? Out of respect for her father, a beta himself, I might reluctantly allow her to be my mistress, a mere servant to Hallie."

“I was afraid it was a trick: another spy to report back to Owen. Then I would find out that after all the hopes and wishing, there would be no one left who knew my mother after all, and I would be plunged back into an all-consuming loneliness that hurts to drown in the second time more than the first.” I swallowed, my breathing heavy, as I looked into Violet’s eyes. They were full of sorrow and understanding and rage. I was so in love with her that sometimes her existence felt unreal. Violet stood then, back straight and eyes full of determination. “Owen will pay. For all of it.” If anything was going to warm my icy heart, it was her ruthlessness. With the beginnings of a smirk tugging at t

Is that why she walked away? I found myself not wanting her to be angry. "Your Highness? Your Highness?" Tyler shouts in my ear, "Did you hear what I'm saying?" "Shut up!" I say coldly, and Tyler shivers in fear. "S.. sorry your highness. Did I say something wrong?" Tyler again begins to ramble on and on. I pinch my brows, feeling a little annoyed. I do not want my real identity to be exposed so soon ...... Violet's POV

"Clara, look. Violet didn't even flinch. Be stronger." "Kent... you scum." I forced the words through gritted teeth. He ended the call, scooped me up, and tossed me onto the bed. Then he looked down at me, his eyes cold. "Violet's getting a full-back phoenix. It'll take more than ten hours. Lie here and learn what real strength looks like." The door shut behind him. The pain never stopped. It swallowed me whole, endless and inescapable. I stared at the ceiling as my consciousness drifted in and out.

I stand up and I can barely contain my rage, “I’m sorry. Repeat yourself.” Anthony raises an eyebrow and holds up a hand, “It’s just a job, Violet. You no longer need it. I did you a favor by-” “You,” I cut him off as I take slow steps toward him, “Didn’t do shit for me. You have basically ruined everything that I worked so hard to keep. I didn’t want to get married, much less to a rich prick like you. I didn’t want to leave my home. I didn’t want to leave my job. I left everything I loved because of you. I hate you.”

Her mother got killed in a rouge attack 4 years ago. Her older brother went to the meeting aswell so he's on his way here. I was getting off topic again. 2 hours, 44 minutes, 4 seconds. 5 seconds, 6 seconds, 7 seconds... Come on angel wake up. Please. Wake the hell up. Grady was trying to connect to her wolf even though we won't be able to till she officially is 17. Then I have to reject her. That hateful word feeling like poison in my mouth. Leaving a bitter taste. At least I could hold her till then. Bend the rules without breaking them.

He said, looking at his feet. Wow… these stories seem more and more twisted the more they are exposed! And because of the twists, more shit seems to have happened. It is not right… “That makes no sense though,” Violet’s sweet voice spoke softly “If she was your fated mate, and you cared for her, and loved her so much, how could you hurt her? Torture her to the point of death?”