Lara Violetta Novels & Stories

And he hated fake. Victor Wolfe didn’t do bad sex. He didn’t do pity touches or mechanical routines. If a woman wasn’t ready, wasn’t burning for him, then he wouldn’t touch her. Not even Ivy. Especially not Ivy. So tonight, like too many nights before, he reached for someone else. *** She came over fast. Her name was Lara. Or maybe it was Lila. He didn’t care. She was beautiful, sleek blonde hair, bronze skin, long legs in stilettos she didn’t bother taking off when she walked into the door of his private cabin.

Her graceful nose and full lips gave her an unearthly beauty, as if she belonged to some heavenly realm rather than this fractured world. Then there was Lara, the youngest of the group. Her vibrant, orangish bob gleamed under the light, its silky strands a striking contrast to her bold cyan eyeshadow. Her doe-like eyes, accentuated by precise eyeliner and a subtle sweep of highlighter beneath, gave her a personality of radiance that was as captivating as it was alarming.

I replied. She was too sweet to reject. And anyway, it's not like she's the only pack member Leo has slept with and I don't a line of girls waiting to apologise. There were probably countless girls at this very party. "Thank you, Luna," she said a wide smile sweeping across her face. "Please call me Ella," I answered and the smile only grew. "Unfortunately not everyone is forgiving as you, Ella," she said, "Blair is still furious with me." "Who's older?" I asked.

Ezekiel said as he finally waved to me to come over to the podium. Everyone rose to their feet as they gave a loud applause while I walked anxiously towards the podium. I made it quick enough to cut short the anxiety, and I grabbed the microphone quickly, laughing it off whenever anxiety tried to take control of my chest. "Thank you for being here today. My name is Violet and I'm the new Luna of this pack. I expect to make amends for the lack of feminine warriors and to safeguard the rear border of the pack where rogues have more chances to get in," I said and lowered my head as I dropped the microphone and walked away while they all celebrated my speech.

Before she asked what was going to happen or who it was, a gust of wind emerged out of nowhere and everything started scattering around. “Go back to earth and find your affiliates before Vorgon and Makalai find them. I don't have much time." Violet covered her face again because the winds were too harsh. “But I don't know who Vorgon and Malakai are. Why are they after you? And where will I find Aria and Kael?” Violet said. “I think you're mistaking me for someone else. I'm an omega. I am not strong.” “You're my warrior, Lyra. But you still don't know who you are. You'll have to find your true identity while you look for your allies.”

Layla answered “Oh, I’m sorry about that,” I said Violet played around with Aria, Layla kept smiling, and I stared, unable to control myself. “Why are you staring at me?” Layla said, tapping me “I just can’t help myself from staring”, I replied, and Layla blushed, trying to hide her face. “I’ve served the food, please come and eat,” Violet said Layla stood up quickly and made faces at me. I tried to understand what Layla was saying.

“You are, too. In totally different ways.” “Samyak,” I said, pulling back. I felt sick. “Who was Violet to you?” “Of course,” he murmured. “I never said… I never told you. I’m sorry, Arienne. Violet was the Young Luna of the Lapis Moon pack… and my little sister.”

I asked. She smiled at me. “Your little friend.” “Oh!” That was awkward, wasn’t her daughter’s name Lydia? “Queen Shalom-” “If it’s okay with you, please just call me Shalom.” “Right. Uhm… if you don’t mind me asking, did you ever find that imposter?” She dragged her breath and exhaled loudly. “That… that was not an imposter.” “But you said-” “Not in that way. That was one of the new gods, her name is Violet, and she has the power to change faces and become whoever she wants. She is the goddess of illusions.”

She said to her empty room. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more. Stella and Aaron. Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.

The Velvet Owl had a kind of magic to it, and I couldn’t help but smile as I stepped through the door. Lara, Rose, and Vio were already there, sitting at a round table near the bar. Lara was wearing a black leather jacket with a white crop top underneath, her high-waisted jeans hugging her curves perfectly. Her dark hair was loose, cascading down her back in waves.