Fourth Wing Fanfiction Violet Hurt Novels & Stories

Violet stepped forward, her voice soft. “I was jealous,” Violet admitted, her voice trembling as she looked down at her hands. “I thought everything was perfect for you—dating the president, living the dream life. But after hearing about what you’ve been through with him, I realize now how wrong I was. You deserve all the love he gives you, and I’m sorry for attacking you like that, and abandoning you when you needed me most.” Her words cracked something inside me, and without thinking, I stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.

Hey Guys This is a long chapter please don't forget to vote ~~~ Violet (POV) "What's wrong?" He asked my phone started to ring but I ignored it "My fucking brothers they hate me, Ralph," I cried and he hugged me "No, they don't they love you more than anything else, what happend that made you think that?" I told him what happend and he was livid. "Vi I'm so sorry," he said as he hugs me "Don't be you did nothing wrong," I said and my phone ranged again for the millionth time

Chapter 96: Violet’s POV My lower abdomen was killing me with pain. It kept shooting through me, weakening my legs to the point I could barely feel them anymore. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about what happened. The tears weren’t from the pain, it was from my heart. Even now, I couldn’t hate Axel. I wanted him still and this broke me. How could I enjoy what he did to me? How could I have moaned in between the pain when my little child was just a couple of meters away?

Even though it was in the middle of summer tonight was a cold and stormy night. Her mother was having to work late tonight and her step-father just walked in the door with her half sisters. She knew she had to hide. If he found her it would be another long terrible night. She couldn't take another long, crazy, painful, horrible night. She has had enough pain. She shouldn't have to endure this anymore. She should be allowed to leave and move on from this. She needs to live her own life for herself. She needs and wants to be free. She was going to find a way out one way or another. It's time for her freedom even if she has to take it by force. I am her, and she is me. My name is Violet, and th

' He couldn’t afford weakness now. 'Everything I’ve done has been for her. Every single thing.' 'Then why is she on the floor, breaking apart?' 'Why does she look like she’s drowning?' Violet’s knees gave way, and she sank down, clutching herself as sobs tore out of her chest. Not controlled tears. Not silent pain. Raw. Ugly. Desperate. Sean had seen her angry. Cold. Ruthless. But never like this. Never shattered to this extent. 'This is your fault.'

“That’s a lie, and we both know it. You feel something for me, and if you just give in, I promise you that there will be a mate bond.” Give in? I stutter, my mind reeling. “Give in? To what, exactly?” I try to push back, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The amusement that had been twinkling in his eyes moments ago is gone now, replaced by a serious, almost pleading look. “To me, Violet,” he says softly. “Give in to how you feel about me. Give in to us.” “But,” I begin hesitantly, my voice barely more than a whisper, “all the lies...the secrets...”

I got out of the fucking bar, after taking shots of my favorite whiskey. I got into my car and they drove me home. Now, I don't know what to think about and what not to, My eyes were starting to hurt as I held too many tears back, it's not my thing to let tears fall but I was deeply hurt. Really hurt, Now I'm even playing with worse fire, Violet, my heart skips a beat whenever I think of her, I know bringing her home is dangerous but I'm not scared of the Council, I'm scared of Violet, because she smart and defiant, you never know what she's planning, I don't know why I'm always thinking about her but I know one thing about her, that she would go lengths for people she loves, I want her to l

My breathing quickened. “Why are you doing this to me?!” I cried. He chuckled sweetly. “Isn’t it a husband’s job to make his wife feel good? I want to make love to my wife...” I turned to face him. His smile was soft and genuine—but it didn’t look like drunken babbling. If anything, he seemed more alert than before. “No, you don’t. You hate me. I’m Violet—the girl you despise.” He tilted his head. “I don’t hate you. You’re so beautiful... why would I hate you? Every time I see you, I want to touch you... kiss you… and—”

Violet stuttered in a small voice which was close to sobs. Axel balled his hands into fists and faced me. "How dare you hit her?" I lifted my head high. "She's my sister. I have every right to correct her when she oversteps." "Correct her?" Axel laughed. "Please, spare me the lies. You obviously couldn't stand the thought of Violet being the one to stand beside me forever. That's why you hurt her." I widened my eyes at him. How did he manage to turn this around and make it about him?

“It's the mate bond but still he has no right to touch you that way he is not your man” She let out a harsh laugh, one that cut deeper than any wound. "Neither are you." The words struck hard like they say the truth hurts. She shook her head, her expression twisted with something I couldn’t place. “You and your impulsive behaviors, first it was me now you're a danger to everyone around” “Violet that's now- "No Axel you don't get to justify this animalistic behavior” she took a pause looking back at the man who was bleeding from the side of his lips.