Tomas Violetta Novels & Stories

The man could speak for himself. “I’m not actually a professor, and my last name isn’t Langford.” He winced, “…it’s Vega.” Violet’s lips parted. She narrowed her eyes, taking him in. Something must’ve clicked in that head of hers because she scoffed once, then twice, then shook her head. “Marcel?” There was an innocent, youthful hope in her voice. Marcel swallowed, visibly nervous as he wrung his hands and smoothed down his bloody dress shirt. “It’s good to see you, kid.”

she whispered, but her voice was weak, full of defeat. Christian stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “Then you’ll have nothing, Violet. Not me, not this family, and not your child’s future.” The words were like a final blow, shattering the last pieces of her resistance. She couldn’t fight anymore. She had already lost everything- her husband, her sister, her family, and now, her father’s legacy. There was nothing left to hold onto. With trembling hands, Violet finally nodded. “Fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Take it.”

Even Eden seemed chilled. "You have my word, bodyguard," he said solemnly. *** Toreva used to be a bustling merchant town, nestled between farms, estates, the border, and the capital. Violet had been aiming for the town when she fled Eloy down the river, planning to fade into oblivion. Now, Toreva smoked, its soul carried away in the arms of Curzon's dead while silence threaded the smoldering fires together. Not even Eden's storm magic could find its way into the devastation.

Elise explained while a waiter brought her a bowl of chocolate ice after she had placed her order. “ Poor Thomas ! but I prefer to say Poor Overlord. He is in for a big mess and your brother too. Valdosta is a shape shifting high sorceress. In the order of black magic and mage, she is one of the highest. And she especially deals in seduction and love potions, she makes millions of dollars from it.” Violet explained as she showed them the picture of a beautiful woman with long platinum blonde hair and a nice figure. Her almost colourless irises glowed from the picture making both Bianca and Elise cringe. “ I don’t understand how a black magic love potion making witch can change my brother’s m

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."

I hear a little tap, and then a click, and as the car vibrates, I put together that he put on a CD. Chromatic's Touch Red plays. The familiar piece fills the car, the almost-haunting instrumentals bouncing off the windows and into my ears. "When you can't see, first, you listen." Alex leans over and whispers. I sit, lips parted, taking in the way the vibrations make the hair on my skin stand. "It was the day you pushed past the front doors, trekked up over twenty steps into my office," he spoke. The stereo still plays, and so I lean into his voice as best as I can.

Hiding behind nobility when really I was just a coward. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of becoming something else. Afraid of— “Enzo Santini. As I live and breathe.” I looked up. Violet. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, barely dressed in her costume. Red lace that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Violet.” I didn’t move. Just watched her with detached interest. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Just sank onto the couch beside me. Close. Too close.

Violet Group was a well-known company in Yorkshire Hill, but because they were mainly involved in the tea industry, they weren't widely known outside the tea industry. Sophie had never even heard of Violet Group's name before. However, her style of doing things has always been efficient and direct, so she grabbed a pen and paper from her desk on the other end of the line and said, “Alright, Mr. Wade. How can I help you on my end?”

Sierra must have told her something about the Kim family to make her react like that. I shot Sierra a glance. She shrugged casually, as if to say, What? I only told her the truth. My grandfather observed the exchange with interest, clearly amused. “Is something wrong?” he asked lightly, his eyes lingering on Violet. “Why do you look so tense?” Violet didn’t answer him immediately. She looked at me instead, silently asking a question. I gave her a small nod. Only then did she turn back to him, a polite smile settling on her lips. “There’s nothing wrong,” she said calmly. “I apologize if it seemed that way. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Violet, Hades’ wife.”

Violet shrugged, “At least, she's eighteen now, so she can legally be on her own.” “That's true,” I replied, mentally noting to ask Matt to find out about her parents. “Yeah,” Violet nodded then darted me a small smile, “So, is there someone yet?” “No,” I answered, flapping my laptop shut. “Still married to your work then,” She taunted, and I chuckled. “You know me, Violet.” I replied, to which she nodded and exhaled heavily, her countenance turning morose. “Tom and I are getting a divorce. He cheated with his secretary,” She revealed, keeping her gaze on her hands which were splayed on her lap, “It's okay, you can laugh.”