Gilbert Violet Evergarden Age Novels & Stories

I couldn't even begin to imagine her with a child. “How old is this child?” Havoc turned away. “Her name is Violet, and from what I have been told she’s four.” Four. Iris had a daughter called Violet, who was four. I had been with her for one single night five years ago. “Who is the kid’s father?” I sucked at math. “When's the kid’s...birthday?” Shit. Math might not be my forte but even I could work out forty weeks.

Mang Delfin said Soon the old lady and Benjamin came. Friends were surprised to see a boy that they thought was only seven. "Kids, that's my grandson Benjamin." Said the old lady. "But he's still young; how old are you?" Violet asked "I'm eight years old." Said the child "Is it OK that the child ..." said Kaleb. Violet elbowed Kaleb, and he scratched his head. "Hija moved to a seat. You sit here." Said the old woman

Gilbert let go of her and lay down on the bed, his arm stretched across his forehead to block the light. His voice was deep and quiet. "You think I’m old too." Millie found it amusing. Who exactly was the childish one? "Aren’t you just throwing a tantrum like a child?" She climbed onto the bed and pulled his arm away. "That’s a fact. What’s there not to accept? Whether you care or not, age only goes up." Gilbert turned his head to look at her and said stubbornly, "I’m 10 years older than you, that means I’ll also leave this world 10 years earlier."

Zoey smirked, "It's not too late. By the time you live to be 110, my son will only be 30. You better find a way to stay forever young, who knows, this country might just be yours!" "You!" Alonso slammed the fork heavily on the table. "Gilberto, don't you control your woman? How dare she defy me like this?" Zoey slowly got up and said, "Thirty years later, Gilberto was fifty-five and still a CEO. That's really great!" Ernest leisurely wiped the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are you upset for Russell or for Gilberto?" Zoey smirked and said, "Think whatever you want." After saying that, she was about to leave.

Then, on one of my trips outside the pack… The Moon Goddess finally answered my prayers. I found her. Violet. Nineteen and beautiful, still recognizable even after all those years. Her face untouched, no scars, no visible hardship except a deep tiredness in her eyes. She told me she had survived. Working jobs that barely paid. Masking her scent. Finishing school without real support. But she lived. My brave girl lived. I told her about Lady Saraphina and Zoey. How safe they were.

he questioned within himself. He wouldn't have gone through any of that, and even if he had, he would have a place to come back to, someone to throw in his lap and tell how unfair it all was, how it was all too painful and cruel.... What were you doing the first time? And why...did it come so unexpectedly this one? "Violet...?" the silver eyes stared at her with some concern, but Ethel just wanted to ask everything at once. However, he was a seven year old child...what could he answer? Excuse me? What a first time? That was not what she wanted to hear.

It wasn’t a regular day for Violet as she woke up feeling a bit thrilled. It was finally her 20th birthday and and was going to figure out who her mate truly was. She picked up a pink dress from her closet which she had gotten yesterday from the matron, the dress fitted perfectly making her smile. It was just a simple dress with flowers on it but Violet felt happy to have such a dress. She has no idea how it came about the cloth fitted perfectly on her.

As Emma did her makeup, Priscilla braided her long hair, tying a white ribbon at the end. Emma and Priscilla stepped back and looked at Violet who was now dolled up. The woman fidgeted, uneasy under their gaze. “Violet–there’s no need to be nervous around us. We’re your friend’s older sisters. Consider us like your older sisters as well.” Priscilla uttered. She felt pity for the woman. Adrian had told them that Violet was five years old when she arrived at the farm. It was the second year that Adrian was staying there. Violet and Adrian were two years apart in age.

’ A voice in my head told me. “Definitely! I would love to know what childhood Violet was like.” “Ohhh, trust me after this. What would be in your head is who is this freaking weirdo I work with.” “Let me be the judge of that." He told me. “Okay, so five year old Violet wanted to work in the grocery store because she thought if you worked there it entitled you to take anything you wanted off the shelves. Then she held on to that dream when she was eight and knew better. She wanted to be a magician after that so she could bring back her loved ones to life...”

And Violet watched. She leaned against the workbench, a clipboard dangling from her fingers, her own grease-stained coveralls unzipped to the sternum, showing the tight black tank top beneath. Her hair, a dark auburn mane, was tied up in a messy knot, tendrils escaping to curl against her neck. She took a slow sip from her coffee mug, the liquid bitter and cold. “Hudson,” she called out, her voice not loud but clear, cutting through the garage’s din.