Tate Violet Novels & Stories

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

"Well, if you're just asking for my help... what do you want me to do. You can't enter the city. Even I cannot enter cities and towns carelessly because like you, I'll be hunted on sight." "I... don't know. I'm just pulling straws. But if I know that you're out there, making sure that if you find a method, you'll return to help me, then I can return to the inner forest and wait without risking my life every day." Chen thought carefully before nodding. "With this," Violet plucked the only purple scale in the middle of her collarbones. Unlike her rhombus green scales, this violet scale had one end marked with a green tint.

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?

Vincent's voice cut Violet's thought short and dragged her out of her reverie. "Huh...?" She shifted her attention to him. When she saw his confused face, she smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah! My name is Violet Rhodes. The CEO of SHAVIO AUTOS AND ELECTRICALS," she removed her business card from her purse and handed it over to him. He also did the same thing.

Proudly and daring anyone to question his decision. Before he could answer, another voice interrupted. "Alpha Zenith." Arthur stepped forward. His face was red with rage. “I do not agree with this decision." Zenith’s eyes flashed like an angry thundering sky. His Alpha's aura exploded outward. "Your agreement means nothing to me, Alpha Arthur." Zenith's deep voice echoed through the hall like distant thunder as he wrapped his hand around Violet’s waist possessively, “Violet is my mate. And nobody will take her away from me." He roared, making Arthur’s eyes widened. The hall erupted.

Some with scars on their faces like a mark of pride. Violet snuggled closer to the corner of the bars. Their hungry gazes pierced her. Watching her from head to toe. Violet felt naked. She covered her own chest with her palms. Hot tears forced out while embarrassment made her unable to look at herself. She has been humiliated. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I present to you the beauty of a delicate mortal. Her name is Violet. She is gentle, obedient, soft and submissive. Bargain her a high price then I guarantee she will never let you down." Maxon announced to the crowd.

Violet stood up from the bed, her body shaking slightly as she turned around in style as her mom and sister continued praising her. Violet is a tall and slim girl who doesn't look like she eats, whereas she takes in food meant for a grown man. She has multi-colored hair that's wavy at the top but straight at the end. Her eyes were grayish, and she had the fierce temper of a tiger, which gave her the nickname Tiger.

Violet continued, her voice light, as if sharing a trivial observation. "And I understand the recent market fluctuations have made it particularly challenging for the Mercanti to secure certain… exotic shipments. The disruptions in the southern trade routes seem to be creating significant bottlenecks, no?" She offered a polite, almost naive smile, her eyes wide and innocent. Tiber’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He knew of the disruptions, of course, but for a seemingly insignificant assistant to casually mention them, and to frame them as a weakness, was a subtle blow. Violet was deliberately exaggerating the Mercanti’s vulnerabilities, creating an illusion of financial strain, of log

She knew if it was happy, sad, angry, upset, bitter, or somewhat lazy. “Something happened. Her voice was not natural. It was restless.” Irene on the other line, transferred her cellphone to her left ear. “Hmmm. The restless Violet! That, of course, belongs to Monet." Marie intended for the guards to hear it loudly, so she clicked the speaker. While she knew it was not permitted to speak loudly there, she needed to dissuade them from the monitors that were everywhere tracking her movements. She was an invited visitor. “You’re perfectly right. I can breathe now. The two royal guards leave.”

her mom asked, adjusting the strap of her purse and looking around at the stores. Violet checked out their selection and pointed to one about four stores down. “There,” she said, pointing and started in that direction. Knowing exactly where she wanted to go, Violet weaved through the racks inside the store. She came to a sudden stop when a t-shirt caught her eye. It was black with a vintage looking logo on it. “Oh my God! This is too cute,” she said. Her mother laughed. “Okay, if you say so. Put it in the cart.”