Incredible 2 Violet Novels & Stories

Violet awoke from her nightmare, her whole body drenched in sweat, drenching her nightgown. Violet clutched her head, panting, she looked around bewilderedly around her bedroom, then quickly got off the bed and stood in front of the large mirror. "It is me! Am I still alive? But I'm already dead, I jumped into the sea to commit suicide but… why… am I here?” Violet was stunned, she didn't know what happened to her, she quickly took out the phone on the table and opened it, the date on it was May 28, 20XX, which is two years before she committed suicide, which means she went back in time two years?

Viper screamed in excitement. Violet on the other hand checked her phone and the small drive that James Mondragon gave. She won't lose hope.

Barely audible, but I caught it. "Yes, fuck me. I've been bad." My cock jumped in my pants and I couldn't resist opening the door a bit. And what I saw stole the breath from my lungs. Violet was sprawled across her bed, tangled in her sheets, her back arching in rhythm with the low whirring sound of the vibrator in her hand. Her head tilted back, mouth parted, her lashes fluttering shut as she chased her pleasure. My name slipped from her lips again, more desperate this time.

As I looked at Violet, I was a little surprised to see her dressed completely in purple, from head to toe. “Are you serious?” I asked in disbelief. “Yeah! I’m serious!” Violet exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling. “You look like an aubergine, dear,” I muttered under my breath. “Well, purple is an elegant royal colour,” Violet said, defending her choice. “Where did you learn that?” I asked, curious. “From the books I read,” Violet replied with a smile. “Have you seen how our little princess is starting to choose what she likes?” Alpha Matthew smiled broadly as he approached us with a small purple bag in his hand.

In fact, I regret not staying longer at the border, even knowing the ceremony was so close. “Hello, Hertor.” Violet’s voice was gentle and much firmer than the one I had heard in the dungeon. “Luna.” I said, lowering my head. “You look incredible. The Alpha will be enchanted.” Violet looked away with a shy smile, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. And the most tragic too, because she wasn’t and never would be mine.

“I should get back. Pedro’s waiting. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” “Of course,” I said. She turned on her heel and walked away, heels clicking sharply against the floor. I didn’t watch her go. I exhaled only when she was gone, my shoulders sagging slightly as the adrenaline drained out of me. Violet looked at me. “Wow.” “That bad?” I asked quietly. “She’s awful,” Violet said flatly. “And very insecure.” I let out a tired breath. “She likes to make sure everyone knows she’s winning.”

Marcus says, but his tone suggests we do know that. My phone rings. Unknown number. I answer without thinking. "Did you enjoy seeing your thoughts published?" The voice is distorted, mechanical. "That's just the beginning, Violet. I have more. So much more. Videos from the cameras. Recordings of your private conversations. Every vulnerable moment captured for the world to see." Chen. Has to be. "What do you want?" My voice is steadier than I feel.

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

I hold myself as I sob, and I can't help but think that this is how I am meant to be. ____ "Hello, Violet." I stare at the face of Dr. Chynna Wei, and I say nothing. I expected her call for a while, then I forget about it. It's evening now, and her call woke me up, I fell asleep crying, It's a routine now. "You look nice." She comments, and I stare at her skin, perfect body, no trace of acne, unlike mine, her smile isn't broken, unlike mine. she's mocking you.

she said disappearing. Amy kept admiring the chameleons. She learned that they had the ability to camouflage themselves, according to their feelings or due to psychological conditions like finding mate or encountering a rival. She remembered herself blushing at the bus and laughed a bit thinking she might as well be a chameleon too. She found them fascinating. Her thoughts were interrupted by someone unexpected. "Hey Wilkes, I wanted to know how you are feeling after the PE incident the other day. " Jonah asked whispering in her ear.