Tomas Violetta Novels & Stories

I stammer, heaving. Please don't, I am nothing special, just Violet, a suicidal woman, a sad pathetic mess, a lying mess, a stupid mess, a mess that is riddles in panic attacks, Celia doesn't have to carry the burden of carrying my name, she is innocent and I will taint her. "I am sorry, Lia, I have to go." I say, getting up, ending the call, then run, I run as fast as I can. I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name.

Violet shared stories about the last two cities recaptured from the enemy, talking about the dangers of capturing Ilyrian City and the details of taking Simonton City. Violet had a remarkable gift for storytelling, vividly recreating the battlefield scenes and making them feel as though they had participated in the grand conflict. Violet also gained a brother in Thomas. Because of her previous interest in Septimus, she mistakenly thought that Thomas was Septimus. During their stay in Westglade, Thomas often appeared lost in thought. Violet comforted him, feeling a mix of admiration and sympathy. Thomas' genuine sense of responsibility as an elder brother led Violet to propose a sworn brother

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

Violetta pauses. “With all due respect ma’am, I don’t intend to hurt Nova and if you are thinking of telling me their sex I already have my suspicions and I do not care what sex they are. I am immensely attracted to them, but even more so in love with them.” I sigh then under my breath “Cade and Gina are right I just needed to admit it to myself.” “Good! Because Nova doesn’t deserve the hate that they sometimes receive least of all from someone who should be showing them affection!” She pins me with her eyes and I feel like there is more to this that she is not about to tell me.

You never have to be what others want you to be… Trust your own compass. Eventually, Violet left me to speak with a group of nobles who specialized in trade and infrastructure. I watched her go, her presence commanding attention even as she moved with a grace that seemed effortless. “Alpha Theodore, isn’t it?” I turned to see a middle-aged man with weathered hands and a warm smile. His suit was well-made but simple, his posture relaxed. “Alpha Westbrook,” Violet said, introducing him before stepping away. “His pack specializes in agriculture. I’m sure you’ll have a lot to discuss.”

"Perhaps Carl ..." Violet interrupted Novya, saying, "Let's not rely on him. Trusting anyone isn't as reliable as trusting oneself." Novya stood there in a daze as Violet's voice continued, but Violet had already disappeared. She was known for her incredible speed, and anyone attempting to capture her would need to exert considerable effort. Gazing at the empty scenery before him, Novya let out a sigh and then returned to the ranks of assassins. Violet's disappearance caused a great commotion not only in the villa but also throughout Zeloth.

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.

He sent me a selfie, grinning like a maniac in front of multiple glowing monitors, cables running along the walls like spaghetti wires, two high-end PCs, and a wall-mounted screen flashing code. He’d spray-painted a small steel plate and nailed it to the entrance. “TK BASE.” Typical Tomas. I called him, wine glass in hand, still in my robe. “TK Base?” He shrugged, biting into a slice of pizza. “Tomas and Krystal. It’s a brand.” “You’re hopeless.” “You love it.” I did. Because in that base, surrounded by tech and secrets, Tomas was already running surveillance on Venice’s fake friends, Ivy’s social calendar, and Darren’s financial activity. We weren’t just watching. We were waiting.

Violet sighed. “He is like that,” Listening to Violet’s answer, she asked further. "And what is his name?" Violet tied the last knot of her bandage and then looked into her azure eyes. "His name is Zale Alcazar," Violet answered, causing that small smile to fall from her face at that name.