Gilbert Violet Evergarden Age Novels & Stories

I can't stop smiling, I'm so happy. After that, I walked out from my room and found her eating cereal. She already prepared a bowl for me and I poured the milk into the bowl. "So what do you want to do today?" She asked. "What do you have in mind?" I asked and suddenly someone entered the passcode of my apartment. My eyes widened when my parents walked in with a cake on their hands. Violet hid behind my back but I pulled her. "Happy Birthday my-" My parents froze to see Violet. She looked at my parents completely scared. I felt her body tremble.

Ella felt an overwhelming sense of inferiority. "And you?" Violet asked, curious about Ella's age. "I'm twenty-three years old," Ella replied, hesitating for a moment before lying about her age to appear a year younger. "Twenty-three?" Violet reflected and felt a touch of sourness deep down, considering Astrid had remarried right after leaving her. Was she disposable in her mother's heart? Violet had previously believed that Astrid had affection for her biological child, and she had imagined her mother missing her in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. It turned out to be only wishful thinking on her part.

And on and on and fucking on. Violet had been in the Garden for a long time – she wasn’t totally sure how long, since Iris had explained that the women had been drugged, but if pushed, she’d say it was almost five years. Five years of being told exactly what to do, and every minute of her every day scheduled and supervised, and being summoned to Gideon’s room when it was her night to perform The Ritual, and not being asked to have a single thought or opinion about any of it.

Violet’s pov The sting of Mira’s sharp nails raking down my arms still lingered as I scrubbed the floor. My back ached and my stomach growled at itself in hunger but I dared not stop. Not until she left. “Aww. poor, pathetic Violet. 21 years old and still no wolf? You're more useless than a human.” Mira giggled with her friends. Those words hit so close to home. Why wouldn't they? They were right.

Violet sprang from the bed as if it burned her skin a scowl embedded on her face. Her cold gaze landed on Aurora. "What do you mean by it's not my time?" "I mean your significant other will find you when the time is right." Aurora shrugged trying to find the right words. She did not want to upset her older sibling any further, knowing she could easily turn into something vicious in a matter of seconds. Violet frowned deeply. "I'm almost twenty-one years old and no man has ever glanced in my direction twice." Her voice was weary as she spoke. she slumped onto the edge of her squeaky bed and released a breath.

"Huh? W-What's this?" Violet stared at her body in terror. She was aging right before her eyes, but there was nothing she could do about it. "In your words, you're not the only one skilled in mystic spells. Did you enjoy that slap I gave you?" Sebastian asked, grinning. Violet stared at him in abject terror. She had used her signature move to trap Sebastian, and so many people had died from that move! Sebastian was so young! How could a young man who was only in his 20s have been able to break free of her signature move so casually?

“Yes, I do. She is three years old.” “Three,” he mused, his expression unreadable. “So young. You must have been—” He paused, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Were you one of those teen mothers?” The way he phrased it felt like a challenge. I refused to let him shame me. “Yes,” I said evenly, lifting my chin. “I was nineteen.” Violet’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. “Nineteen,” she repeated, her lips curving into a smile. “What is her name?”

If Violet got hurt, if she… if anything happened to her, he would bring a bloodbath to their doorstep. And so would I, even if he didn’t order it. I was walking through the garden on my way to the main hall when I caught a glimpse of Violet inside the fortress. She was so beautiful, so radiant, a goddess walking among us. A goddess I could only watch from afar and touch only in my memories. A goddess who made me want to fall asleep just to reach her in dreams. “Distracted by the view…?” Diana’s mother, Alivia, said behind me, her voice making me turn in surprise.

Violet's POV -Flashback- It was a nice morning, when I noticed this light reflection coming from the garden of the vacation house. I acted as if I didn't see it so I can come up with a plan. Our men can't know about whoever is it that is watching us. If our men would realize what I know, they would be on high alert. "Gilbert, what do we have for breakfast?" Gilbert looked at me like he knows something. I've always known that Gilbert was the traitor, but Franklin wouldn't listen to me. He was so keen on believing that Gilbert was one of his loyal men.

“You are Willy Winny the Grinch Pooh.” “Damn it, I'm losing my patience. This is really a mishap,” he mouthed then left. “Told you so!” she smiled and carried her luggage back upstairs. After everyone went back to their room that night. William began his research on Reign now that he has her last name. After waiting a hour before her profile had been retrieved he read keenly: Name: Elizabeth-Reign Lily Davis Age: 23 ¾ Date of Birth: December 19, 1992