Gilbert Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

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。

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

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

For Violet. Always.

Like an obedient child, I went to the bathroom for a quick bath. Shortly after, I was done. The water was cool and soothing. I felt refreshed and hence returned to my room. I was wearing only a white towel around my body, which reached mid-thigh high. Water dripped from my wet hair which fell to my back “Damn, it's losing its color,” I forgot about the virgin flower on my back. After I lost my virginity, Violet made me eat a sacred plant from our world. It would return the color to purple. That way no one would suspect I was touched by another male

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 .

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.”

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.