Novel Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

His small body curled softly against me, warm and trusting, and I pressed my cheek lightly to the top of his head. Across the courtyard, Violet abandoned her conversation and made her way to the trays again. Her steps lost their earlier confidence. She looked over each bottle, her breath growing uneven as she searched for the one she had planted. She found it in the wrong position and froze. She whispered something under her breath, then lifted it too quickly, like she expected it to disappear from her hand.

another maid said, making the other maid nod and then leave the kitchen by taking his glass of juice with her. "Here you go with your coffee,"Violet uttered, breaking her trance. She darted her gaze at Violet and beamed, widely. She grabbed the mug of coffee from her and started consuming it. "Yum… it's so tasty. Thank you so much," Violet smiled. She was drinking her coffee when her eyes fell on the window. Her eyes caught the glimpse of the huge garden of the mansion which was looking more beautiful in the early morning. "Violee, can I go out to the garden and take a round please?"

A Moment of Lost Innocence In Violet's memory, the sun-drenched garden blossomed, a vivid tapestry of colour and fragrance that stood in sharp contrast to the gloomy, oppressive reality that now surrounded her. It was a haven of warmth and laughter, where the sweet scent of roses ascended the worn stone walls and the soft buzz of bees filled the air. With her hair in a cascade of dark curls, young Violet joyfully chased butterflies while her laughter reverberated throughout the peaceful room.

He looked down at the woman like she were the sun that crossed the horizon, painting his world with color. For some reason, I felt like I could relate to that. Violet’s blush worsened, and I realized why when she flipped the book over, hiding the cover. “It’s a…love story. The couple on the front are from families that hate each other.” She was so bashful, fidgeting with her hair as she spoke, that I had to know more. Not wanting to overwhelm her further, I opted for the armchair instead of her bed. “Read it to me.”

The gentle morning sun shone on Violet, who was standing in the back garden facing the roses in front of her with scissors in her hands. She stood like a statue. Her gaze was blank, with dark circles around her eyes. Her body was here, but she left her soul and mind in that beautiful lake.

Violet POV. I've been feeling the fuzzy feeling again, it's like when I first came in, but I couldn't shake myself out of it, I was happy being in my little space, all I wanted was Evander, I didn't want him to get away, I want him to stay close to me only! I also got toys, lot's of toys, where's Rila to come and see all my new toys, I want to rub it in her face, she should see my toys, and all the hugs and cuddles I'm getting made me feel so happy now.

your hands. In two weeks the pictures will all glow bright when the plants are fully grown. You will then warm the heart of the garden and immediately pour the pound water as before. When the glow changes from the hunter green to a lilac color. You will then go to the back door and allow yourself to be cocooned . This cocoon will include the door. You will sleep in this cocoon the whole time as it forms and when it is destroyed. I can not tell you how long that will take dear as I don't know. Have a bucket of that special water from the pond ready when the cocoon is destroyed, someone will have to throw this water on you to keep you from overheating. Jay honey I know it will be you who take

"We can rebuild it, Nevan. Not as a fortress. As a home. We have the land. We have the peace. And we have each other." "And the 'final design' Julian mentioned?" Nevan asked. I pulled a small, silver locket from the bottom of the chest. It didn't have data. It had a packet of seeds—seeds that had been genetically stabilized by Julian to grow in the scorched earth of the grove. They were a variant of the wild violet, but they were hardy, vibrant, and entirely natural. "He left us the garden," I said, smiling through the tears. Six months later.

In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her. The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man. Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously. "Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away." I smile

I look at Violet who stood awkwardly, she's nervous, I've heard a lot about chairwoman Zara and she's a tough nut, first day of work and I'm already, working. Suddenly the voice comes back "Come in". We hear a lot of locks, and the big front door slowly opens. We enter the house and it's bigger on the inside, it looks like those rich Indian houses. " The chairwoman is in the greenhouse, I shall escort you both". The big tall bald guard said with his threatening voice. "Okay". Violet mutters I take her hand and we both follow the guard. The greenhouse is beautiful, has a lot of lovely plants and the butterflies made it even more beautiful "Wow"