Novel & Cerita Gilbert Violet Evergarden Age

She was horrified to see her new reflection as well as Violet's new look. "What did you do to me?" She asked tearfully. "This is my real age." Said Violet, explaining to them all. "I'm barely twenty-two, so you are all older than me." Zee and Inara slowly rose to their feet, awed. "But how?" Zee asked.

Casor was close on his tail, fury painting his face. "What are you doing Ez? You know the rules, your being foolish!" "I'm just changing locations Cas, relax." Violet was actually excited to play with Brandon, she was still half in shock that he had actually approached her requesting her company and even more so he actually knew her name, that meant that he had previously been aware of her at some point in time. She was even more thrilled because she happened to be quite good at beer pong, her high school party days had pretty much revolved around the sport, it was just that a popular sport played by one and all. Any opportunity to show off in front of Brandon was welcome. She only breif

Shawn employed additional security guards to prevent her from escaping, and she was not allowed to leave the compound. Violet's days were spent in isolation, with no friends to play with, except for the household staff who attended to her needs. Guards followed her everywhere, even to the garden, which was her favorite place in the house. The garden was a tranquil oasis, filled with vibrant flowers that Violet lovingly watered every day. The gardener had initially tried to stop Violet from watering the flowers, fearing that Shawn would be angry. However, Violet had refused to listen, and Shawn had eventually instructed the gardener to let her do as she pleased.

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

Violet rolls her eyes and tries to hide a smile as she looks down at her little sister. “Strength on the outside is meaningless if you aren’t strong on the inside.” Jude says, startling us. I give him a glare for sneaking up on us, but he is immune to my annoyed looks. He grew up with them, after all. “Okay Philosopher Jude.” Violet teases. And he grins. “Gemini was only a couple of years older than you when her healing kicked in. She didn’t have her wolf until she was eighteen, so for years she had to just get stronger mentally. There was one time–”

I was shocked by the question, before I could reply, Clara spoke happily. "She's 24, why do you ask?" she replied. I also wondered why Rachel was asking me of my age. It's not as if see are pals. "Nothing, just getting to know her. So do you have a job?" "Violet is a paediatrician," Clara chirped. "How did you meet Jason?" "They met in her work place." "What is your favourite colour?" "Yellow!" "Woooh," I said turning to Clara. Even those questions were a little too personal for her to know, how does she know so much about me?

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

"You'll be wishing you got some time to yourself every once and a while." Caleb wisely decides not to comment before he heads out the door. While my laptop boots up, I take a good look at Violet. "How old are you?" I ask before I can stop it. Sometimes I think we're close to the same age, other days I think she's way older than me. It seems to depend on how she and her husband are getting along. "Twenty-eight," she sighs as she has a seat at the table across from the booth I'm sitting in. "Somedays I feel like I'm ninety."

"Ashton? Avery? Violet?" My voice breaks as I utter Violet’s name. A lump rises in my throat when I hear the faintest whimper from across the room. Violet. She’s the youngest of us, only twelve, and I can already hear her crying, the sound piercing through the air. My heart aches for her, for all of us. I try to get to my feet, but my body feels weak, trembling from the shock of whatever this is. I glance over to Ashton, his eyes wide with confusion as he also begins to stir. He looks at me with a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Aurora... What the hell is going on?"

“Oh wait, I guess not, if you’re chopping onions.” Isabella looked exactly like Vera, while Ethan favored his father. Isabella had Vera’s dark hair and shorter stature, although sometimes Violet swore that Isabella had Violet’s smile. At eight years old, Isabella was at the age where Violet felt like she could have actual conversations with her niece. When she’d been a baby, Violet had always felt like she had no idea what to do with Isabella. You couldn’t exactly talk about different kinds of jewelry clasps or the pros and cons of plastic versus glass beads with a toddler.