Tomas Violetta Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dmitri purred and tackled Toma into a hug, nuzzling his head against him. "Mkay~" He said cutely, looking extremely happy. "I love you Toma~" "I love you, treasure." Toma let out a pleased purr. Hopefully he won't always think of others lower than him. Especially since Silas could throw him out. Dmitri curled up with him, holding him close as he purred back to him and rubbed his head against Toma's dark scales, a small moan escaping his lips from the scratching of the scales against his soft skin. He purred and squeezed Toma into a hug, laughing as he laid his head against his back. Silas watched them and looked a little tense, eyeing Toma down like he was thinking hard about him.

He was wearing a white dinner coat and a plain navy blue pants, he walked into the ballroom with gentle strides. Olivia found herself smitten like every other girl in the room, damn, she never knew a man can be so...hot. To her, no man looks more handsome than her brother and she has often wished that her husband will be as handsome as her brother and now, she was finding it difficult to tell between this man and her brother who was more handsome. "Now that? That's Kane Boron, the heir to the throne of MavinTech. Turns out that even though you are dressed like a man, he still got you" she heard her aunt's voice whispering in her ear "careful with the way you stare, so people won't think you

Right now, I hate him. "Wow. I'm amazed how low you think of me," Viktor sighs and he doesn't even raise his voice. His face is stone-cold, his jaws are clenched and the vein on his forehead pops up. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but your mother hasn't called, although I messaged her from your phone, I'll admit that. As for Tomas, don't put him on such a high pedestal, because if it wasn't for me, you could've been sold as a prostitute somewhere. Yes, Tomas is the one who stepped in and prevented that from happening, but he's the one to blame at the first place, too. He was inside the same scheme, so he's not that innocent. Why do you think you were called 'perfect and easy'?"

Smith throws himself running through the door. "What's up, Christopher?" "Who is this woman and what does she do here?!" Christopher, as it came clear, doesn't move his intimidating gaze from me. He speaks through teeth and his whole cold vibe gives me shivers. "Chris, this is Veronika Hughes. She's the trainee you're assigned to work with." "No. No, no, no!" Christopher raises his hands in disagreement and moves his murdering look from me to Jason. "Christopher, you don't really have a choice."

"You've grown so elegant lately, Talia. Look at that bone structure!" I watched them from the railing, amazed at how much insincerity a human—or wolf—could stomach. These were the same women who used to whisper that Talia was a common gutter-stray. Now, they were desperate to share in her stolen glory. I had no interest in their games, but Ruby Kallis—a woman who looked like she’d been assembled by a plastic surgeon—decided to sharpen her claws on me. "Ivy? What are you doing here?" Ruby smirked, her pink maxi dress fluttering in the wind. "I didn't think you and the Yoris family were on speaking terms. Are you here to beg Blake for a second chance?"

“He thinks he knows everything. He walks into a store and just says ‘red.’ Like I’m some doll he’s styling.” “And yet,” Naomi said mildly, holding up a navy gown to my body, “you bought everything in blue.” “That’s not the point.” “It’s exactly the point.” I ignored that. “It’s going to be filled with these rich snobs,” I went on. “Violetta Castille will be there.” Naomi’s eyes widened. “The Violetta Castille?” “Yes.” I replied, “She invited him publicly on national television.” Naomi winced. “Messy.”

she said lightly, “how angry are you today? Scale of one to arson?” Oriana snorted before she could stop herself. “Emotionally?” she said. “Controlled burn.” “Healthy,” Violetta nodded seriously. “We love growth.” Oriana studied her. “Wonder why Rosa doesn't trust her.” Oriana thought to herself. There was something disarming about Violetta — not naïve, not careless. Just… easy. Like she had decided life was heavy enough without adding unnecessary weight. “You don’t ask many questions,” Oriana said.

Violetta, or should she be called by her real name, Sekinat says picking up her suitcase. Violetta is actually a muslim Yoruba woman from Ibadan, Nigeria named Sekinat Omowunmi Omolori. She was hired by Aleesha to hide and hide an app on Sa'eed's phone. The real Violetta has been kidnapped but released yesterday by yours truly, Aleesha. Now she's going to be offered a job in Greece for sacrificing her virginity to Aaron the son of the manager of the hotel at Santorini where Sa'eed and Halima spent a little of their honeymoon.

He said to me and I nodded. "Thank you, Marcus." Violet said and I looked at this guy suspiciously when he looked at Violet but I ignored it. "Thanks." I said and he nodded. "Get well soon." He said and we walked out together. I paid him and I walked him to the door. "Take care of her, it's not because she's over work.. she's stressing about something and it might be because of the lack of sleeping." He said and I nodded. "Thanks." "Once again, Mr. Portwalt.. Please take a good care-"

I squared my shoulders and looked away from him. I’ll be fine,” I said, stepping past him. “Let’s not make this weirder than it already is.” His hand brushed mine just for a second. “I don’t think this is over,” he murmured. I didn’t reply. I walked into the hall like a storm on two legs. Every pair of eyes turned to me, judging, curious, and furious. They saw a girl who had dared say no to their precious Alpha. But what they didn’t know was that I wasn’t just a girl. I was Violetta Crescent. The Moon’s reincarnation. The one they all overlooked. “Violetta Crescent,” the Head Elder snapped. “You stand accused of dishonoring your bond and insulting the traditions of the Pack by rejecting Alph