Quotes Violets Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to worry. Violets like a little sister to us. Right, H?” I gave him a look that said who the fuck is H?

– Williams said and reached out to pick a purple Viola flower, bringing it up to his nose to smell. - I know you like sunflowers, but there's a flower that matches your name here, it's just as beautiful as the sunflower. - William said in a gentle voice and put a purple Viola flower in Violet's hair. For a moment, Violet was taken aback, she stood motionless despite Williams doing whatever she wanted. - Look it! It also suits her very well. – William was delighted after looking at Violet and gave her a hand mirror. Picking up the mirror and bringing it up to look at her face, Violet was also a little shaken.

Oh, dear. ‘What a nuisance,’ Zin scoffed. I rolled my eyes, then raised two fingers. "I'll sing two songs but only with Vio—" she growled warningly, "Candytuft," Violet clapped her hands with excitement. Does anyone realise she has violet hair? Like did she dye it? And how is she human? "I'll start!" Where did Khloe abduct this child from?

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.

-Violet- Violet’s chest heaved with a silent, seething fury as she stood alone in the dimly lit corner of her private library. The shadows from the towering bookshelves danced across her sharp features, mirroring the dark thoughts that churned within her. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the knuckles whitening with the grip of her rage. "Those bastards," she whispered venomously, the words barely escaping her lips as if they were too dangerous to be fully unleashed into the world.

Cole’s forehead creased into a tight knot as he watched me take the stage, his fists clenching at his sides. “Bring two sets of parchment and two iron quills,” Chloe ordered the attendants, a victorious smirk spreading across her face. I looked at the staff and corrected her. “Make them heavy bone quills. Double sets.” Chloe’s brows knitted together. “Are you planning to strike the dual-hand script, Doctor?” “Is that a problem for a Kinton Vice President?” I asked, gripping the first bone quill. “The dual-hand script requires a split consciousness,” Chloe stated, her voice rising so the crowd could hear. “Even Grand Mistress Emily Quinn spent a decade in the high mountains before she dared t

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.

Just what the hell are you trying to make me feel Violet? .I closed my eyes and went to sleep

Viola stood in front of the small bathroom mirror, her freezing fingers fumbling with the high buttons of her full-length dress. The thick, dark fabric covered her entirely from her collarbone down to her ankles. She splashed cold water on her pale face and looked up. Her gaze caught on her own reflection. Violet eyes. The unnatural, strange color that made people stare, the reason her own sister called her a freak. She hated them. She quickly looked down, grabbing her hairbrush.

Viktor’s voice echoed through the comms they had confiscated: “Come out, boss. The girl for Lena. Fair trade.” Betrayal burned in Marcus’s eyes. They slipped into the basement garage. Marcus hot-wired a reinforced jeep while Pera covered the door, firing at shadows. As the engine roared to life, Viktor appeared at the top of the stairs, Lena bound beside him. “Running again?” Viktor taunted. “She’s sweet, Vale. I’ve been waiting to taste what you’ve been fucking.” Marcus roared and opened fire. Bullets sparked off metal. Pera jumped into the passenger seat as Marcus reversed hard, smashing through the garage door. They sped down the winding cliff road, rain hammering the windshield. Darius’s