Tomas Violetta Novels & Stories

His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags. I admit, I’m not great at judging ‘muscle’. I’m more or less a titan sitting in on a high school boxing match. None of them have half a prayer of taking her from me powerwise. Just carelessness which they’ve proven to have in spades. “Good thing I am not yours then,” she hisses back. If only she’d started the trip with this kind of grit. There is a hard set to her naturally violet irises when she speaks again. Petals of veined purple shades seemingly internally lit in her iris. I find the defiance as unique as those mysterious eyes of hers as she struggl

I whispered. The image of the beast I saw before I collapsed by the spring would not leave my mind. “We're about to find out,” Violetta moved to the door. She pulled it open, ushering a strange woman in. The sight of the woman forced me to my feet. “Who are you? Violetta, what is happening here?” “This is Gloom, she's a powerful sorceress from the Northern region,” Violetta responded. “Sorcery,” my heart skipped a beat. “Violetta, sorcery has been banned in this region for decades now,”

"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-"

Did she know about all his flings and affairs? Odd compliment, but I took it and smiled at her as she shook my hand. “My name is Cassie. But you can call me Cass. That emotionally constipated brick wall is my brother. Half-brother, technically. And I am really jet-lagged right now.” She stifled a yawn, and I smiled at her, shaking her hand. “I am Violet, and I only want an alliance for my pack.” “Of course, you do. Because if you were a gold digger that strutted in impossibly high heels, I would have strangled you to death.”

To the almost feral desire to keep her safe in a world that always seemed ready to tear her away from me. Violet sat on the bed, propping herself on her elbows and looking at me with a mischievous smile. “What’s going through the head of the great alpha of the largest packs in Romania?” she asked, the provocative, almost ironic tone of her voice making me smile. “Wild thoughts about his luna,” I replied, crossing my arms and leaning back against the chair behind me. “But it’s funny, some time ago you used to call me flea-ridden and threaten to tear a piece out of my neck, and now…” I said, walking toward her, “…now I’m the great alpha.”

Despite the distance, we still manage to catch up through video calls whenever we all have time. "How many months has he been trying to win you back?" Violet asked, taking a sip of her wine. I couldn't help but notice the men stealing glances at our table. In the past, it was me who drew their attention, but now it's Violet, especially since many here know she’s the daughter of the renowned businessman Jake Crystal. Several men had already approached our table, asking Violet to dance, but I turned them down on her behalf, remembering what Adam once said about most of the attendees having hidden agendas. I don't want Violet getting into trouble, so I’ve taken it upon myself to be her bodyguar