Tate Langdon And Violet Novels & Stories

After delivering the last of her words, the Moon Goddess disappeared, leaving a deafening silence in her wake. *** When Violet's eyes opened to the world again, she found herself in her room, nicely tucked under the blanket. It was dark everywhere and warm air crept through the cracks that formed from Alpha Arnold's push on the window glass behind her. Violet sat straight. She examined her clothes and her right arm for the tattoo. "They're gone." She whispered as she touched her arm.

There must’ve been something in my tone that told him I wasn’t fucking around, because the smirk slid from his face and was replaced with a severe expression that I’m sure mirrored my own. He sat up straighter, his beer forgotten on the coffee table. “Understood. This doesn’t leave the room.” I started at the beginning, when I first met Violet in the halls of Darkling and realized that not only was she my mate, but she was also the girl that haunted my past. The one that had gotten away. There wasn’t a detail I left out, other than the moments where Violet seemed to awaken something within me that I thought was long dead.

Her right hands clinched to her left wrist as she looked at space. “Ursula Theodore”, Violet’s mother did have a long history of abusive men and psychologically why Violet, a beautiful, smart and modern woman would take a low life Jonathan as a lover. During my search for Violet I had employed a private investigator who had informed me who Jonathan was, A pathological gambler and a failed artist. The car engine dropped at the sight of the tacos signboard, The domineering light seemed to catch Violet’s attention as she gazed upon the light lustfully.

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

His desperate, green eyes locked directly onto me. "Violet, you can't take the territory," Kaelen begged, his voice cracking with immense regret. "If we lose the land, the pack will scatter. Tatiana's family lied to me. They ruined us. Please... I know I made a mistake five years ago. I was stupid. I was greedy. But we loved each other. We can start over. I will name you my true Luna—" Kaelen’s voice cut off abruptly. His eyes traveled up from my face, past my expensive cream cashmere suit, and landed directly on the child King Dominic was holding.

If he recognized her, then he would think that she was the assassin's accomplice! Violet lowered her voice and said meekly, "Sorry, I didn't touch you on purpose." Her vision was completely dark, and she couldn't see his expression. She could only sense that he was in a teasing mood instead of a murderous one right then. Carl said in a louder tone, "Have you forgotten what I said in the bathroom, Mr. Cooper?" Violet shuddered. She had zero interest in having any sort of homosexual relationship with him. She was a straight woman!

He was already becoming an issue to him and soon he would be more than he can handle and that would be too late for him. The next morning, Violet stepped out of her room humming a song. She couldn’t forget how she had spent the morning with her mate and it made her happy also adding to the fact that she had ruined the plans of Denver to expose her. Yesterday went smoothly for her and she believed the moon goddess was on her side helping her through it. If Leo hadn't rushed back to warn them about Denver who he saw from a distance then she would have been busted in her lies and caught with Luke. Violet walked through the corridor when a hand grabbed her and pinned her to the wall.

Once she arrived in the room, George was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging, Violet headed to her closet and changed into a pair of black leggings and a pink sports tank. She slipped on her white sneakers and gathered her brown hair into a ponytail behind the center of her skull. Violet secured her smart watch around her left wrist, picked up her wireless earbuds and tucked her phone into one of her legging pockets. Through all this, George was still missing in action. Violet turned off her bedroom light and followed the hallway to the front of her home, and that's when the vampire re-emerged. George stood with his back against the door, blocking Violet's path.

“But I will drop you off first. Then I will join my team. I will be watching you through the scope, Violet. I will never take my eyes off you.” He turned me around to face the mirror. He stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Look at us,” he whispered. “We look like we are ready for anything.” “We are,” I said, finding my strength. “Because we have each other.” He turned me around and hugged me one last time, breathing in my scent. “I love you, Violet Vane. More than my own life. Remember that.” “I love you too, Damien. More than anything.”

Sierra must have told her something about the Kim family to make her react like that. I shot Sierra a glance. She shrugged casually, as if to say, What? I only told her the truth. My grandfather observed the exchange with interest, clearly amused. “Is something wrong?” he asked lightly, his eyes lingering on Violet. “Why do you look so tense?” Violet didn’t answer him immediately. She looked at me instead, silently asking a question. I gave her a small nod. Only then did she turn back to him, a polite smile settling on her lips. “There’s nothing wrong,” she said calmly. “I apologize if it seemed that way. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Violet, Hades’ wife.”