Hitam Violet Novels & Stories

Samantha quickly chirps in collecting the feeding bottles from Violet to prepare the kids meal for lunch . Violet merely nods her head before Stomata and her husband encourage her by giving her a warm hug . “ You are not responsible for his death Dear . Be happy . ” Stomata utters wiping the tears from the corner of Violet's eyes . “ But Rodney died before my very own eyes . I just can not forget the gory sight . ” Violet choked on her words , Rodney died while blackmailing her . He threatened to let the world know she was a impostor and when they met that afternoon, she had dared him to go ahead and do his worst .

It just feels meaningless. "No." I protested as I removed her hand from my chest and took a step back. "Violet is a natural color while purple is an unnatural pigment. Her eyes are natural." Were. "Forget it, Zo. I am done talking about her." She exhales a deep breath in annoyance and tries to take one more step towards me but I immediately took two back.

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

He thought it might be the perfume that was being worn by women but apparently, he was mistaken. It was his mate’s scent and it was intoxicating for her scent smelled of lavender. ′Mine,′ his wolf snarled in his ears before Damien was smiling at the young woman. Her red hair was shining like the sunset on the horizon and her eyes... what peculiar color. It was violet and Damien never saw anyone that had coloring before. “Shall we get going then?” his mate asked as she was looking around. Damien blinked for he just realized that he was staring at her face that blood accumulated on her pale cheeks before he chuckled softly.

she stammered, her mouth wide open, her terrified eyes fixed on me “He… Said… It… Wasn’t… This… Happened… I… Shouldn’t… Be… Beautiful…” "Violet!" her mother cried in despair, but it was already too fast. Because, right there in front of all of us, in broad daylight, I saw Violet's eyes completely turn black. Her humanity and rationality vanished, giving way to a monstrous ferocity I had only witnessed in those creatures during the tournaments… Or in the chimera. That's when I understood. My blood probably wasn't the final ingredient for what Violet wanted, as she seemed to think. It was what Kent's new monster needed to know who to attack.

Our family was complete. Ivan held her gently. She was tiny, with soft pink skin and hair as black as night. But when she opened her eyes... they were a deep, vibrant emerald green. "She has your eyes," Ivan whispered, awe-struck. "But her own color." "Her name..." I said softly. "Let's call her Violet. Violet Vasiliev." "Violet," Ivan repeated. "Beautiful. Strong. Just like her mother." Alexander burst into the room a moment later, unable to wait any longer.

Nia took out her wings, wings like a butterfly yet transparent and glittering. "Violet try to take out your wings too and stand beside Nia," I ordered Violet. "Yes sir." Violet was immediately beside Nia and then took out her wings. In stark contrast to the wings of the two of them, Violet had black-purple wings surrounded by an aura of black mist. "It's already there continue cooking like that," "Disturb it!" Nia removes her wings again, looks back like Elf. ____

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

Деймон Иванов x On its back were Russian letters written in gold. Violet smirked, "I now know who. The fucker doesn't even have to be mysterious." "Why? Who sent you that?" Hugo was confused. He doesn't have any idea who would give Violet that kind of card. "Damon. Damon Ivanov." She said as she looked at the horizon as the sun sets.

He pushed it open. Violet was not at her desk. She was perched on the edge of it, one leg crossed over the other, the tight black dress riding high on her thigh. She had poured two glasses of amber liquid from a bottle of whiskey he recognized as expensive. The harsh overhead light was off; the only illumination came from a green-shaded desk lamp, casting the room in deep shadows and pools of warm light. It softened her edges, but did nothing to dim the intensity in her eyes. “Close the door,” she said, her voice a low, smooth command.