Novel & Cerita Tomas Violetta

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.”

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.

᯽⊱❈═ 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.

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?”

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.”

"Yes. The Violet I know is the sister of my late husband. Do you have a picture of her or something." "I have a poster on my phone that was sent as an advertisement for the escort company," Aiden said as he fished the phone from his pants pocket. He found the picture and showed it to Katherine. "Holy Fuck," Kat gasped. There she was, smack in the middle of the poster. She was wearing a sexy dominatrix outfit with a whip in her hand and she was also wearing a brunette wig, but Katherine knew it was her. Violet was running an escort service. Kat found it difficult to believe, though, that little miss diva was doing such things.

~Alpha Maverick~ Violeta, visibly distressed, dabbed at her teary eyes. “My maternity leave will start in a few months. I only want to ensure I’ve set the groundwork before I go, so please don’t be offended,” she said in a sadly resigned tone. The more she spoke, the more my heart ached because, truthfully, Violeta had been working as hard as she should have. I would commend her for that. She had always been a dedicated and valuable asset to the research efforts at Grand Prime, possessing a sharp intellect and commitment.

The woman with purple hair tips asked, “Is this your boyfriend, Talia?” Talia said in contempt, “B*llsh*t! Would I be interested in him? I come from a wealthy family, right? Do you think he’s from a family of equal social rank as mine? I can see it with my eyes.” The woman with purple hair tips was named Violet Quirk, while the woman with thick makeup was known as Leyla Lang. Violet chuckled and said, “I can see that he’s quite a good drinker.” Talia said, “Oh, that’s nothing!”

Lilith who was full of envy and resentment, obeyed no matter how much she dislikes it. The throne was promised to her long ago, even on the time Elspeth was already born, the crown was promised to her. Until Veronica was born, everything Hikaris have promised her was then dedicated to the woman with amethyst eyes: Veronica. “Is everybody ready?” Taylor asked as she points her rifle on the exact angle to distract the guards. “We are ready to engage, General.” Taylor’s team said in union.