Lara Violetta Novels & Stories

my voice was barely above a whisper. “Oh, no. You're not.” Violetta walked confidently into the room, crossing her legs like she was on a runway. “Buried in you is the continuity of Hellbound pack’s royalty. You can't be selfish,” I was taken aback by her concern. ‘Since when did Violetta start caring?’ “Get the Luna, a steamy cup of beverage, native pasta with shrimps and a fruit platter,” I heard the orders she gave to Nicolle, which she immediately rushed to complete, but I was hung on the part where she called me Luna.

Is the first question that came to Liviana’s mind. Leo couldn’t help but laugh at the basic question, but answers nonetheless. “Blue.” “Pink.” Violet answers, an obvious one considering she was dressed in all pink tonight, a blushed colored silk dress clinging to her body, matching that of the shimmery eye shadow she wore and the gloss painting her lips. “Yours?” “I like Purple.” Livi answers after a moment of thought. “I bet purple looks great on you.” Violet says, looking the girl over. “I bet everything looks good on her, she’s hot.” Leo adds, and Liviana couldn’t help but blush at the bluntness of her words.

But for the sake of my long-term play, I had to walk into the lion's den. Wednesday arrived. Despite Arnold calling it a "small gathering," the Yoris grounds were swarming. The family’s influence had surged recently, and with Jane positioned as the future Luna of the Ryder Global empire, every climber in the city was clawing for an invite. Sara was a vision in lavender silk, her hair swept up in a style that screamed "High Society Matriarch." She stood at the center of a circle of sycophants, all praising her grace, her jewelry, and the "fabled" bond she shared with William.

Everything inside me stops. No. Don’t do that, little nightmare. Her violet eyes stay locked with mine. She takes one step. Then another. Toward me. Fuck. The room erupts louder. I don’t hear any of it. All I can see is her. Lavender dress. Black curls. Violet eyes. Walking directly toward me like she has no idea she’s about to destroy every piece of restraint I’ve managed to hold onto. She stops in front of my chair. I look up at her. For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing clever to say. Aria looks nervous. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t look away.

I see a few Betas standing in front of the chariot. “That’s okay, Luke. I can just walk from here. It’s only a few steps away from the hall,” I tell him as I get down from the chariot. Luke visibly relaxes when I do, and he bids me goodbye as he turns around and leaves. “Hi, I’m Lara. I’m a VIP guest of the wedding,” I introduce myself to one of the Betas. He eyes me carefully and then squints his eye. “Lara Zane, sister to the bride?” He asks me, and I nod while giving him a polite smile.

” Kyros asked, and Luna looked at me with her jaw practically on the floor. I looked back at Violet. There was light makeup on her face. A small snowflake necklace was on her neck. I didn’t remember giving her that. She obviously wasn’t aware of the attention that was on her. She was more focused on getting downstairs successfully. The whole place was silent, save for the low music in the background. As soon as she got to the bottom of the stairs, her lips formed a small smile, and her eyes found me immediately. “Alpha Ares,” she said, loud enough for anyone to hear as she took a bow. The whole hall erupted in applause. Only Jackie, her father, and Belladonna weren’t clapping. Oh… and me. Ev

Lara kissed Helen’s head after tucking her into bed. She wished her a good sleep and pleasant dreams and then leave the room. Lara stood on the edge of the stone terrace, looking out over the vineyard. The green, leafy vines looked black in the moonlight, but she glowed. The cool illumination of the night sky reflected off her porcelain features, lending her a disturbing, ethereal beauty. She looked like an angelic specter that could be snatched to the other realms in the blink of an eye.

"Zain!" "I told you, he can't hear you. There's no use knocking," Larissa explained blankly, stopping a few feet before Violet. "Why? "I cast silencers around this room," Larissa responded casually like she was being asked about the weather. "Who are you?" Violet asked, body still pressed against the door. "My name is Larissa. I'm a witch and you're a human." Violet frowned at the way she had said human, as if it were a terrible thing. She felt like she had degraded her or concluded that she wasn't worthy because she was a human.

“Why has she saved me, time and time again?” The names stung. The silence that followed was almost satisfying. Mirelda’s eyes widened, Nyxara’s sneer cracked. “Lies,” Nyxara spat. “Twisting our sister’s name—” “You know it’s the truth,” Violet shot back. “She watches. She saves. She defies you.” Something ugly flickered across Nyxara’s face. Her hands snapped into motion, runes sparking around her fingers. Lightning. It cracked through the Hollow, striking the ground just near Violet’s feet. The force threw her back, tumbling across the earth until she landed on her knees. Pain screamed up her side.

The unmistakable dominance of an alpha radiated from him, making the crowd gathered at the entrance instinctively part. Lara saw him, too. She immediately set down her catalog and hurried toward him. The moment Lucian stepped inside, she slipped naturally into place beside him, as though that was exactly where she belonged. She looked particularly polished tonight. Her ivory satin gown hugged her elegant figure, her long hair swept into a neat updo, with nothing more than a pair of pearl earrings framing her face. Whispers immediately spread through the room. "That's Lara, isn't it?" "The violinist who's been seen with the Aurora Shadows' alpha all over the news lately?"