Hitam Violet Novels & Stories

"I can't do any shadow clone jutsu trick, missy." "But, why are you suddenly move in to that apartment?" Smiling, he said, "I had something to do." ".…" "Erm.. then, would you mind telling me your name? We never introducing each other in a proper way." she said again. "I am Chase. Chase Chivalry." "Hi Chase, I am Violet. Violet Green." she replied, making Chase hold his laugh. Clearing his throat, he asks again "Is there any in your family named, Scarlet? Or maybe Olive, Gray or Rose perhaps?"

She grabs Tricia's hair, but it falls off, revealing a bright violet hair, and this time she snaps her eyes open, causing my mouth to hang open. Violet dragon eyes.

Erito’s confusion as well as perplexity became deeper and deeper. Meanwhile, Eriwan also found himself in the middle of the violets garden. The endless violets were mostly in blue, indigo and purple colors. He couldn’t see anybody as far as his eyes could gaze. He could merely smell the fragrant and soothing scents of the violets. He mumbled again in the quagmire of his mind and consideration.

Keroline slammed her body back onto the floor and Violet cried out. “Dont hurt me, Keroline!” She shouted, her voice cracking. “I don’t have anything to do with Alpha Zenith. You need to stop this madness!” But Keroline didn’t listen and slammed her head hard against the tiles, and pain exploded through Violet’s skull as she bit back a cry. She saw dark clots in her vision.

The howl came again—closer now. “Who’s there?” she whispered, though some part of her already knew the answer. The mist parted. From it emerged a wolf unlike any she’d ever seen—brilliant white, radiant as starlight, its fur rippling with threads of silver. But it was the eyes that stole her breath. Violet. Deep, shimmering violet—like wildflowers caught in moonlight, ancient and new all at once. The sight rooted her in place. The air around her thickened, her chest tightening as warmth spread through her ribs. The hum within her matched the wolf’s slow, steady breathing.

She took a step forward, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “There is no other path, Hertor. I’ve thought about this for a long time before coming to you.” “There is!” I shot back, frustration rising. “There’s always another way that doesn’t involve blood. There has to be.” “Not for me,” Violet replied, frustration threading her voice. “Not after everything he’s done. Not after everything he’s taken from me.” She moved closer, until I could smell her, that mix of strength and something dangerously familiar.

The betrayal was too much. “How long?” Violet finally choked out, her voice hoarse, her lips trembling. She couldn’t look at Luna, not yet. She couldn’t handle it. Her eyes stayed locked on Christian, silently pleading for him to tell her this was some kind of mistake. That this nightmare wasn’t real. Christian glanced at Luna briefly before answering. “Does it matter?”

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

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

Oh, dear. ‘What a nuisance,’ Zin scoffed. I rolled my eyes, then raised two fingers. "I'll sing two songs but only with Vio—" she growled warningly, "Candytuft," Violet clapped her hands with excitement. Does anyone realise she has violet hair? Like did she dye it? And how is she human? "I'll start!" Where did Khloe abduct this child from?