Is Violet's Tale A True Story Novels & Stories

Violet said as she's trying to push me out from her changing room. "No baby.. I'm staying here.. No." "She won't go anywhere." Blake pulled me out and I sighed. "I hate you, Austin Portwalt!" Violet hissed before Jean closed the door. "See.. See that behavior! If she runs away.. I'm going to kill you!" I hissed at Blake and he laughed. "She won't run away.. If she does.. You can make another wedd-" I turned to Blake and glared big time. He gestured to me to get into my changing room. I walked in and turned on my laptop to activate the CCTV in Violet's changing room.

Even though it was in the middle of summer tonight was a cold and stormy night. Her mother was having to work late tonight and her step-father just walked in the door with her half sisters. She knew she had to hide. If he found her it would be another long terrible night. She couldn't take another long, crazy, painful, horrible night. She has had enough pain. She shouldn't have to endure this anymore. She should be allowed to leave and move on from this. She needs to live her own life for herself. She needs and wants to be free. She was going to find a way out one way or another. It's time for her freedom even if she has to take it by force. I am her, and she is me. My name is Violet, and th

Raised them like their own child. Diana put food into Violet's mouth. And he never knew that prior to being at the orphanage, Violet had been traveling at night. Horrible escape in the midst of chaos. She and Isabelle left their biological father and brother behind. Leaving Lusevell. The world she wanted to forget and bury deep inside. It had not crossed Violet's mind that she had been lying to them all this time. "Sometimes, I get tired of pretending" Isabelle mumbled. "I know you do too" she took Violet's hand and held it tightly.

"Probably not; it doesn't matter to him whether you are. Because he is cruel like his father, with the same blood, how can it be different." "Is this your plan?" I had difficulty opening my mouth. Violet squatted down, her cold eyes sweeping over me. "I think you already guessed it; only I have that potion." I laughed scornfully. "You stole it from Caser." "Stolen? It's my father's!" Violet raised her voice; she lifted my face with a finger and looked sarcastically. "I'm just behind pulling the rope, and the person who uses both hands to push you down the cliff is the person you are familiar with. Are you curious?"

The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut. “Cassian!” Violet’s scream cracked through the haze, but I didn’t stop. My chest heaved, my vision blurred red, and I turned back toward the desk, ready to rip the truth out of my father himself. Then, crack! The sting of skin against my cheek rocked me back. I froze, blinking, stunned. Violet stood in front of me, hand still raised, fury blazing in her eyes. “Are you insane?” she hissed. "You think tearing this palace apart is going to save her? You’re just proving every damned rumor true, that she’s poison, that she turned you into a monster!”

They are red and small, so captivating that by just looking at it, it can easily pull you and beg for its taste. “Mr. President, what’s your comment about the allegations thrown at you? A certain group has made a statement saying you have a relationship with the Vice President. Is it true, Mr. President?” My forehead creased at the straight question of the reporter. The nation address have just been finished and we’re on our way to our car when a reporter get through the full load of securities around us. Roscoe, who’s holding Elizabeth’s waist as we walk, got halted, so are we.

That was how I knew the Violet I met in the forest that day she almost got killed by the cannibals was my mate. Although Blake had a special ability to change appearances and take the form of another, I had been able to tell from the first instance, where he took Violet, that he was Blake. I had left Violet with him that day as soon as I discovered so as not to endanger her. As long as Blake wasn't aware I knew, she was safe. Did I hear Violet call him Hunter? Even though I had been quite furious that he had the guts to come into my grounds and take my wife, I still had to pretend before him.

My body was already a frozen shell, the cold seeping into my very bones. Hearing about Hallie's injuries had sent me rushing to her, with the warm pie I knew she loved. Never in my wildest nightmares could I have imagined walking into that scene, my own boyfriend, Camilo White, the beta I loved, painting me as the villain in public. He stood amidst the pack members, his every gesture exaggerated. It was a carefully cooked up lie. "Violet disappeared that night. Who knows how many rogues defiled her? She's impure. How could I ever consider marking her? Out of respect for her father, a beta himself, I might reluctantly allow her to be my mistress, a mere servant to Hallie."

“Car, what is it?” She didn’t look up. “You ever hear of a fix called Violet Rain?” He froze, slotted the question into the quiet space inside his chest. “Supposed to be a myth. Like Trillium, but for the half-lifers.” She snorted. “Well, someone’s selling it. Real deal this time.” He left the stove, walked over, the burnt cabbage forgotten. “It’s bullshit. That stuff was black-boxed even before the cascade. No one I know’s ever seen it.”

All watching me. I find Liam in the front row. Focus on him. Just him. "Hi." My voice shakes. "I'm Violet Knight. And three years ago, I walked into my living room and found my husband having an affair with my stepsister. In that moment, everything I believed about love and trust and partnership shattered." The room is silent. Attentive. Waiting. "I spent the next year in what I call survival mode. Divorce trial. Public humiliation. Stalking. Threats. Corporate sabotage. It was, it was hell. And there were days I didn't think I'd survive it."