Novel Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

The flame only grew taller. Her frustration—her shame—triggered memory like a reflex. Suddenly, she was there again. The jungle heat clung to her skin. The Sombra estate at fourteen. The pavilion is open to the thick, suffocating air—the cloying scent of champaca and ylang-ylang. Not floral. Not sweet. Funereal. Rotting. Odesa kneeling beside her—perfect posture, unblinking. Hiraya is trembling, trying to hide it.

Ziv skips the topic, "Come on, let's grab something to eat." Emily tugs on my sleeve, "Who is this?" "Oh, this is my mate, Ziv." I introduce. "What?! How can he be your mate!" Lola screams. "What are you suspecting? Miss? I heard your conversation just now, and I'm sorry to tell you that Violet doesn't need to work for two years to buy a car because this car ..." Ziv says, word for word, amidst Lola's gradually embarrassed face, "...belongs to Violet." Ziv purses his lips. His sexy lips are spitting out mean words now, "Also, I'm not interested in you at all. Nor am I interested in knowing your name."

"I do." My hands weren't quite steady when I took it. The pages smelled like lavender. The handwriting was elegant, quick, the writing of someone who had a lot to say and didn't want to lose any of it. The early entries were ordinary, good ordinary, the kind that made you understand who someone was before you learned what happened to them. Stories about the palace. Four children who tested every limit available to them. Damien refusing vegetables with the specific stubbornness only small children managed. A smile came out of me before I could stop it. Then the entries changed.

I don't care, but you do, if a word of this gets to the old lady through someone with an agenda, it wouldn't be good, would it?" With his arms suddenly empty, Damein's eyes held a mysterious depth. "Thinking of me like that?" "Of course, you're my husband now. If I don't care for you, who will?" The sly fox settled comfortably on the soft sofa across from him, leisurely picking up a magazine. The magazine was filled with the latest seasonal fashion trends and various gowns, all from the youngest famous designer, Aria.

the voice said. Then the image — Violet had blond hair now, cropped and precise; the red suit she wore cut into her as if the fabric were armor. Her eyes were thin knives. The girl who once laughed at small things and hid scars under loose sleeves was gone in the way that rain removes dust, she had been cleansed into a different weather.

It was as if a child had painted this world straight from their imagination. Wheras they were gasping in awe, Violet looked disturbed. She winced in distase as if she was seeing something different from them. Sean couldn't understand why she had reacted this way when this world looked so incredibly stunning. They enetered th space and the waterfall behind them disappeared at once “Wow,” a soldier exclaimed, reaching out to pluck a flower. But Violet stopped him instantly. “Don’t. They’re carnivorous.” The soldier and the others froze, perplexed. He didn’t attempt it again.

(Violet's POV) The gardens had quickly become a place of refuge for me from the glaring cold of the mansion. Since it was made clear I'm not allowed to leave without prior permission, the beauty of the many colorful flowers eased my anxiety. “Slightly,” I smugly think as Leo's face pops into my head. Thanks to him, I now have my mother's journal, which I keep safely tucked under my mattress to avoid the prying eyes of a certain aunt. “Vee!” I hear her call from behind. Aunt Bella is almost incapable of speaking to me without raising her voice. It's as if the sight of me infuriates her for some reason, not that becoming close is a major concern of mine.

"I know you're wealthy and lack for nothing, but when I offer something, you should take it without being so polite. Don't act like a stranger." Violet laughed lightly. "Well, since you insist, I'll accept with thanks." Hayden looked at her with a thoughtful expression, his gaze lingering a moment longer before he returned to his food. Violet ate with her mind elsewhere, the food barely registering as she poked at it absentmindedly. After finishing her meal, she excused herself and took Bun and Cynthia for a walk in the garden. The lamps in the garden flickered softly, their light shimmering in the night. They looked both close and distant, as if the truth were just the same—always just out