Major Gilbert Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

And Violet watched. She leaned against the workbench, a clipboard dangling from her fingers, her own grease-stained coveralls unzipped to the sternum, showing the tight black tank top beneath. Her hair, a dark auburn mane, was tied up in a messy knot, tendrils escaping to curl against her neck. She took a slow sip from her coffee mug, the liquid bitter and cold. “Hudson,” she called out, her voice not loud but clear, cutting through the garage’s din.

Mika exclaimed, pointing at him. Darrion looked down towards his sleeves and pants. “Nothing’s wrong with me. Or what, do you see oil smear anywhere?” He looked at his thigh again, trying to find any smear. Gilbert left the receptionist to approach the blonde. The man closed the door before leaning closer to the young windlet. Then he plucked the twig out of his hair. “Oh, that.” Was Darrion’s response when he saw the twig in Gilbert’s hands. Then it was followed by “Thanks.”

First it was that Clara’s useless mother, Scarlet and now it is her no good sister, Violet. “Hello.” Violet greeted. She had been wondering who this lady was but she couldn’t tell who she was, yet they both stopped walking and just looked at each other. She could tell from the way Kimora was looking at her, that the woman hated her. She had no intentions of creating havoc on the first day so she walked away, leaving Kimora standing there. Her thoughts at the moment was just on studying the house scape. If she thought of it right, the right side of this house was kind of concentric, like there was a particular centre. If the house in general turns out to be concentric then that will be a good

Violet crossed her arms, scrutinizing her older sister. "What do you want?" "Well, can't I spoil my little sister a bit?" "Not without a purpose." Genevieve put a finger on her chin, thoughtful. "How about an all-you-can-eat sushi treat, on me?" "Hm... Sounds fair." Violet observed the bags with expensive brand logos. "First, try on these clothes. I'll be here waiting." Genevieve handed over the purchases to Violet and settled on the couch. "Where's Aurora?" "She just left, and she definitely won't show up here today, not tomorrow, maybe not the whole week." Violet smiled mischievously, paying more attention to the contents of the bags. "Did you buy a pair of boots?"

"I found this. It looks expensive. I thought to get it for you." The silence in the room became intense enough to drown in. Gilbert’s gaze fixed on the silver 'V'. A small muscle jumped in his jaw. "Where did you find that?" he asked, his voice dropping into that low, vibrating register that made Shine’s chest ache. "Please accept," she whispered. "My humble gift." She hoped he got the memo. She hoped Sir Gilbert was the wild savage that ravished her the previous night. Gilbert stood up slowly. He walked around the desk, his movements fluid.

Luckily there is teleport magic as well as dimensional storage which allows us to go back and forth and carry things as we please. As we almost reached the stairs leading to the 2nd floor, we were intercepted by dozens of goblins. Their movements are quite fast and sneak up easily. Even so, Violet could kill them with just one slash. "Look, he's grown so much," Erin told me. Violet was indeed weak when she first met us, but after that she trained every day with us. Actually, it's not only Violet who is practicing, Erin and I are also growing together. "Eh they have gold." I pointed at one of the goblins who had gold in his trouser pocket.

Violet's POV -Flashback- It was a nice morning, when I noticed this light reflection coming from the garden of the vacation house. I acted as if I didn't see it so I can come up with a plan. Our men can't know about whoever is it that is watching us. If our men would realize what I know, they would be on high alert. "Gilbert, what do we have for breakfast?" Gilbert looked at me like he knows something. I've always known that Gilbert was the traitor, but Franklin wouldn't listen to me. He was so keen on believing that Gilbert was one of his loyal men.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Looking in the mirror I smirk seeing the mismatched earrings that Nova and I decided really worked well for me I think my look almost feels like a young Robert Plant was hanging out with Jack Sparrow and got some fashion tips from him, but the queer-ish pirate meets 70’s rock star vibe totally suits me. I grab my guitar and leather jacket and head out to pick Nova up. I am not surprised at how stunning Nova looks, they are always taking my breath away with their beauty and always coming up with incredible looks to wear. I am one fucking lucky guy to find someone as amazing as them. Their Abulita catches us as we are walking out the door and looks me up and down. “You better watch out, you ar

Gilbert began, straightening his posture proudly, "this is Lyriel, my girlfriend." Eleanor’s eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, really? She is very pretty." Turning to Lyriel, she smiled warmly. "What’s your name?" "Lyriel Whitmore," Lyriel replied politely with another smile. Eleanor nodded approvingly, while Gilbert looked satisfied as he sat back down, his hand resting lightly on Lyriel’s which she removed instantly. They had a deal of ‘no touching’ until he fully win her heart and he had agreed but she didn't understand why he was suddenly holding her.