Tate Violet Novels & Stories

There shouldn’t have been anything alerting him to my presence, which made me wonder why he was in there to begin with. Either Macon’s intuition had improved, or he was doing some snooping himself. My phone began to vibrate, and with my eyes on the window I’d just crawled out of, I pulled it from my pocket. I wasn’t going to answer, but Violet’s name flashed onto the screen. Despite the situation, I opened the picture she sent and felt my blood begin to boil. What is she wearing? The ice-blue bra and underwear set were bright against her porcelain skin, the same startling color as her eyes. It wasn’t just her perfect fucking body that had my cock twitching, but the blush that stained her fac

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Elise asked but Violet shook her head. “ Valdosta is supposed to make him break that covenant or turn him into a mind control zombie. She is also a world class hypnotist too. She is really good at what she does and she should not be underestimated at all.” violet explained and the both of them nodded. But before Bianca could launch into her own findings, a woman dressed in a purple hood and a hat made with webs and cotton walked into the restaurant attracting their attention. She began stumbling and walking into people making people to leave the road for her and before they could say jack.

“That’s a lie, and we both know it. You feel something for me, and if you just give in, I promise you that there will be a mate bond.” Give in? I stutter, my mind reeling. “Give in? To what, exactly?” I try to push back, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The amusement that had been twinkling in his eyes moments ago is gone now, replaced by a serious, almost pleading look. “To me, Violet,” he says softly. “Give in to how you feel about me. Give in to us.” “But,” I begin hesitantly, my voice barely more than a whisper, “all the lies...the secrets...”

She shrugged, pursing her lips. The lie came naturally, in the depths of the distastefully coloured bathroom. Artichoke green and cream never meshed well together—stained grout did nothing to help their case, either. Genevieve did, however, enjoy the beauty of the light that fell through the high, frosted windows. It filtered to a dull glow visible in a stream as Genevieve stared at a certain angle... and it caught her breath. "Don't bullshit me, Gen, I know he did, I can tell,"

Elise asked but Violet shook her head. “ Valdosta is supposed to make him break that covenant or turn him into a mind control zombie. She is also a world class hypnotist too. She is really good at what she does and she should not be underestimated at all.” violet explained and the both of them nodded. But before Bianca could launch into her own findings, a woman dressed in a purple hood and a hat made with webs and cotton walked into the restaurant attracting their attention. She began stumbling and walking into people making people to leave the road for her and before they could say jack.

was a word far fetched from how I was feeling. Her hair clung to her neck, dripping wet, and a towel barely covering her curves wrapped around her breast. Her figure was so obvious. Fucking tempting. My jaw slackened, and my eyes traced every drop of water that glistened on her skin. Violet! Was this a dream? The red hair, those thighs. My gaze flickered to her face. Hazel green eyes peered into mine. I could swear that every damn feature of hers spoke Violet aside from her eyes. They were the only thing that spelled Sophia Crane.

Instead, I am sitting in a porcelain tub with no one across from me, in a house that isn't my own, wholly deprived of his touch. The voids have made themselves at home. I spend the next hour dawdling in the bathroom, spending any extra time pampering myself. Sitting on a teak-wood chair next to the sink, I switch back and forth between legs to finish painting my toenails a simple ivory color, the light brown pigment bringing out the undertones of my skin. I do the same with my fingers. Careful not to ruin the polish, I prance lightly

Many birthdays have come and passed, my baby is finally starting to develop a big side too, the thing with us, with our planet we agreed with the humans on taking them not to just fulfil being our little who is raised and growing up to be one of us, they are also our mates, our other half, we love them, we love them having a little side, always. Violet is now the big age of fifteen, fifteen, I feel so old right now, I've been trying my best to get her to come over, I've spent seventeen years just trying to finish my business to get to this point, now that she's old enough for me to actually leave her and get back to my business, I don't want to do it.

I was dressed in a gown of midnight blue that clung to every curve, moving between tables with a tray of crystal glasses. "Byron, I heard you had a run-in with your nephew's discarded mate," Mason Clark laughed, leaning back in his chair in the VIP section. He leaned closer to Cole, eyeing the faint marks on Cole’s neck that hadn't quite healed. "Word is she's a hellcat. Half the Alphas in the city are waiting for her to officially hit the market now that she's unclaimed." Cole’s grip on his glass tightened until the crystal groaned. "She isn't 'on the market,' Mason."