Idv Violetta Novels & Stories

At the end of the hall, she saw her lover, waiting for her with quiet understanding in his eyes. “Timmy…” she whispered, barely holding herself together. “Let’s go.” He took one look at her and moved closer. “What happened, love?” he asked gently. But Violet didn’t answer. Her eyes caught something small and unexpected. Just behind him, sitting calmly on the couch, was a little girl with a head of vivid red curls. She was watching them silently, hugging a stuffed fox to her chest. And she looked exactly like Scarlet, like a miniature version of her, just with different features.

Iris “Arms up, please, Miss Willford.” I raise my arms dutifully as Violetta, the most sought-after human designer in Ordan, circles me with pins held between her lips. Her assistant hovers nearby, clutching a pincushion and looking nervous, as if expecting me to suddenly collapse under the weight of the fabric that’s draped around my frame. I don’t blame her; this gown is fucking enormous. “A little higher, please,” Violetta murmurs around her pins. “I need to check the draping on the bodice.”

"Right...fiancée. M-my apologies. I mistook you for someone else." "No harm done." I respond quickly, then reach for Rhett and turn to the door. "We should leave." "Stay." Marko mutters, but we have already attracted enough attention. "Not to worry, your majesty, my fiancé shall stay in my place.” He gives me a look. I know he means to say something, so I rush my departure. I should confirm where Violet is; I need to go. ** Violet's car is rusty, purple, old, and noisy, the literal definition of a jalopy, perhaps her grandmother's.

Elise asked but Violet shook her head. “ Valdosta is supposed to make him break that covenant or turn him into a mind control zombie. She is also a world class hypnotist too. She is really good at what she does and she should not be underestimated at all.” violet explained and the both of them nodded. But before Bianca could launch into her own findings, a woman dressed in a purple hood and a hat made with webs and cotton walked into the restaurant attracting their attention. She began stumbling and walking into people making people to leave the road for her and before they could say jack.

Her right hands clinched to her left wrist as she looked at space. “Ursula Theodore”, Violet’s mother did have a long history of abusive men and psychologically why Violet, a beautiful, smart and modern woman would take a low life Jonathan as a lover. During my search for Violet I had employed a private investigator who had informed me who Jonathan was, A pathological gambler and a failed artist. The car engine dropped at the sight of the tacos signboard, The domineering light seemed to catch Violet’s attention as she gazed upon the light lustfully.

I stammer, heaving. Please don't, I am nothing special, just Violet, a suicidal woman, a sad pathetic mess, a lying mess, a stupid mess, a mess that is riddles in panic attacks, Celia doesn't have to carry the burden of carrying my name, she is innocent and I will taint her. "I am sorry, Lia, I have to go." I say, getting up, ending the call, then run, I run as fast as I can. I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name.

Aiming directly for my head. “Violettaaaa!”

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

I flip it over and read the back again. Love you so much Mal! Violet xoxo Violet. With eyes a beautiful sky blue, teeth so perfectly straight, and hair a bright yet natural shade of golden blonde. She is beautiful. And she has her arm all around my mate. Am I feeling jealous of a girl in a photograph? Do I expect Malachi to have never had any relationships in the past before he met me?

I looked at Violet. Her eyes filled with tears. “Merrin…” My lungs felt crushed. “Test her.” Idris obeyed. Violet sat in silence as he worked. Mother watched with quiet satisfaction. Celine’s lips twitched faintly. Mirella held her breath. The room smelled of drugs, smoke, and fear. Finally, Idris straightened. “What’s the result?” I demanded. He swallowed. “She is approximately one month pregnant.” Silence. Heavy. Final.