Gilbert Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

Gilbert's body felt so cold that Kisa flustered after feeling his body temperature. She grabbed Gilbert's hand and said, trembling, "Gilbert, wake up. I found the vines. I'll get you out of here now. You're going to be just fine. Can you open your eyes and look at me? I beg you, Gilbert, please open your eyes."

Not anymore. She was ready to go, to just get up and walk out of the Garden – but she had to wait. Gideon had sent for Violet about two hours earlier and she hadn’t come back to the ward yet, and Iris knew better than to risk leaving before the other woman’s return. There would be a Guardian roaming the compound somewhere to keep himself awake, waiting for the signal from Gideon that he was done performing the Ritual with his number ten woman-servant. That Guardian would escort Violet back to the ward, watch her drink the mandatory pre-bedtime warm milk, then leave the women until their wake-up call at five a.m.

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几个字没有吐出来，他这一定是做戏的吧，怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错，叫她为“Agatha”，所以就在平时也将她当Violet了。

Henry chimed in as he approached them. Violet shot him a glare before taking the necklace from the box and tossing it in his direction. The box flew over his head and landed on the floor with a thud. "Didn't you say you were going to fetch a warm towel for Ezra? Go quickly before the doctor arrives!" Henry scolded her. Clutching the necklace, Violet sprinted up the stairs, her heart filled with joy over the gift. *** In a dimly lit room within the Grim Pack's packhouse, there stood a large bathtub filled with water, radiating an eerie blue glow. Inside the tub lay Zelda, unconscious and completely naked, her body concealed beneath a layer of green herbs, her eyes tightly shut.

"I hope these items will be of use to your workshop. There are also many different types of silk threads in the manor, perfect for making high-quality embroidery. If you'd like, you're welcome to come inside and take a look, Ms. Spencer." Violet's guard immediately went up. "No need for that. Just have them all brought out, and we'll take it from there." Yuvan didn't push the matter. Instead, he turned and gave orders to his servants. "Bring out all the silk threads and load them onto the carts. If there aren't enough carts, send someone to hire more." The servants quickly headed back inside to retrieve the silk threads. Meanwhile, Yuvan's gaze lingered on Violet. She wore a soft lavender dr

Violet said looking puzzled . " I want you to be Vanessa " Sloan dropped the bomb shell while violet's eyes popped out . " huh ? " She muttered looking in disbelief , " Vanessa is not me and I can not be her " Violet said slowly making Sloan chuckled before crossing her right leg over her left . " You are Vanessa and she is you " Sloan said again while Violet nodded her head negatively . " ma'am , young miss is dead and I can not be her " Violet said nodding her head while she spoke .

My hands trembled at my sides as my mind screamed that this was impossible. Dead people don’t stand in gardens correcting children about chocolate. “You–” My voice failed me. I swallowed hard and tried again. “You’re… you look like someone I knew.” She studied me carefully, the way one looks at a stranger who has crossed a line without meaning to. Theres was no recognition sparked in her eyes not even pain and memories clawing their way back at me. “I’m Violet,” she said gently. “You must be mistaken.” Violet. The name felt wrong in my mouth. Its like like calling the moon by another name and expecting it to answer.

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”

She blinked fast, trying to keep her eyes from watering, and ducked her head, pretending to rummage in the paper bag before pulling out the plush toy and placing it gently in Lilia’s arms. “Quit talking like an old soul. Here—this is what you should be playing with.” Lilia’s eyes lit up. Her fingers trembled as she traced the toy’s shape—a lemon tart with big googly eyes and a goofy smile. She stroked it carefully, then looked up at Violet, her eyes sparkling. “Wow, this is so unlike you. You being this nice… does it mean I’m dying or something?” Violet’s pupils tightened, her brows furrowed. “Don’t say that. You’re not dying.”