Incredibles 2 Violet Parr の小説・ストーリー

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

screamed Violet, pointing at the watch Adipati left behind the other day. "Not yours, and definitely not your dad's! Who is the man that came into your room?" Violet spoke with wide eyes. For the sake of anything, should Violet make a fuss over everything? "Adipati," I said quietly. Not only gawking, Violet opened her mouth wide in shock. "Wow, gurl! You're much faster than I imagined! So, you two make out here? Extraordinary!" she shrieked. Argh… I know exactly what that girl is thinking.

I picked up the flower vase from the table from her window side about to enter the bathroom when I saw Violet use a wipe to clean her wrist, it revealed her tattoo, tears rolled down my eyes. I stood frozen on a spot, Violet used her hands to remove something from her ear, she is also the person with half ear, she is the person Xavier talked about the day he fell into the fire, she is the person Xavier wanted me to be careful off "Mummy I miss you when will you come," a child voice said from the other end of the phone.

"So... is it over?" A laugh bubbled up from my chest – slightly hysterical but genuine. "Over? Derek, I think it's just beginning." As if to prove my point, Violet chose that moment to demonstrate one of her new abilities. The stuffed rabbit she'd been clutching suddenly sprouted actual fur, its button eyes blinking to life. "Oh hell no," Tara yelped as the toy rabbit hopped out of Violet's grip and landed on her keyboard. "Emma, your kid just hit peak adorable and terrifying simultaneously."

Her little arms circled my neck tight, like she was trying not to cry again. I stood in front of Amara, shielding her with my body as Violet’s voice rang across the lobby like a war horn. “Unbelievable,” she spat, heels clicking as she stepped closer, eyes blazing. “Parading your child in here like this is some public park?” “Enough, Violet,” I said sharply, my voice trembling but firm. “She’s just a child—”

"She came in contact with a shentuka a few weeks ago, and was unharmed. That's a big indication that she's not ordinary." "It was just one, wasn't it? Warriors were on their way which scared it off," Xavier said, folding his arms. Violet didn't look like a supernatural. The only thing supernatural about her was her peculiar eye color. A magnetic shade of violet that felt like drawing him in no matter how much he resisted.

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”

Alex sighed, shook her head, then walked out. She took quite a number of sisters with her to the ice cave. When they entered the ice cave, she saw some other warriors surrounding a purple haired woman lying naked on the ground, unconscious. Alex eyes widened at huge dark scars all over Violet's skill. She ran passed the sisters and sat in front of an unconscious Violet, placing a finger in front of her nose. It was faint.. A tear rolled down her cheek at the scar-covered skin. None of her body had a skin spot and it tugged on Alex's heart.

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.