Twdg Violet Novels & Stories

Another pair of fats is shoved in my face, this time being a bag of chips. "Nancy, take whatever you want." She's like a tornado, a whirlwind of pink fabric, brunette curls and strong perfume, running around the stalls and grabbing everything that catches her eye. Sometimes I'm envious of her childish enthusiasm. "Heey, aren't you the new occupants on Elmond street?"

"Don't make it harder than it should be, V, take it." "Mia..." V began as he tried to sound normal despite his annoyance. "I just want you to know how pretty and smart you are..." She blushed but tried to maintain a straight face. "Unfortunately, I think you're not smart enough to know that, I'm allergic to tulips." "What?" "I'm not asking you to believe me because you actually never have. But, I honestly did not send that to you." He said nonchalantly as he pocketed his hands. Mia's mouth fell but she immediately regained her senses.

Perhaps it wasn't just the silence that swallowed him that left him in such a state—but also the grim expression that stained even her groggy state—that scratched the wrong spot. The Lavender Dress she had worn the day previous sat tossed to the side, near the bag that held various other articles of clothing. It caused Jasper to contemplate the way the colour made her skin look—like a pond almost, reflecting a sunset like the blush that pondered her cheeks. The thought only made the hot water on a burn situation even more prominent, and left him with regret.

Violet said as she led her horse away. Making such a big deal out of something so small only made it look like she was afraid. Travis frowned but relented. "Be careful. Don't go into the estate, and don't eat or drink anything they offer you. That Wayne fellow is very suspicious." "I got it," Violet said as she mounted her horse. She left through the side gate and joined Molly's carriage, heading for Edgeview Estate. When they arrived, Violet stayed outside, just as planned. Molly and Fiona directed the servants to dig up the flowers, carefully wrapping the roots in damp cloth before arranging them neatly.

Aurora POV “Do I look as pretty as you, Mummy?” Violet asks as I adjust her silver bow in her blonde hair. “Even better,” I wink at her as I add a little gloss to her lips. She grins at herself in the mirror, looking at her silver dress with puff sleeves, tulle skirt and matching sequin shoes. “Here, I want you to have this.” She looks up at me wide-eyed as I head over to my jewellery box and pluck out the small silver ring that was once my grandma’s. It’s a thin band with two different metals wrapped around the other and tiny diamonds in-between each swirl.

that is until one of them is the root of the packs gossip! "Ravey, Ravey! No wolf today?" Violet chuckled with one of her friends as they walked past. Flicking her hair, whilst trying to walk through the grass in her stilettoes. "Vile, Viley, No clothes today?" I called back with a wide grin causing her chuckle to fall short and her face turn into a scowl.

DAKOTA The tension between Dashiell and the newcomer is edge cutting. West looks worried. He seems to be aware of the history between the two. At first, I had mixed feelings about Violet. Now that she has appeared again, I have realized that she's the member of the Guild Landon had spoken of. She is beautiful, anyone can see that. Clad in a pair of white pants, black ankle boots, a t-shirt and a black leather jacket, Violet is a solid ten. I can tell by merely looking at her. Needless to say, she's giving off ex girlfriend vibes.

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

“Her scent is overpowering everything. It’s all I can do not to—” I cut myself off. Didn’t need to say the rest. Didn’t need to admit just how close to the edge Zey was riding. Crowley’s smile turned faintly amused, but he didn’t push. “If Terrence says it’s strong,” he said carefully, selecting a deep violet vial, “I would start here. Violet wolfsbane is the most likely culprit.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “And if it’s silver?” Crowley paused. That was not a pause I liked.

The diplomatic party arrived at midday, five wolves from Shadowcrest plus Vesper as lead. She was beautiful. Black fur so dark it looked like liquid shadow, and when she shifted to human form, that impression didn't change. Long black hair, pale skin, and her eyes Violet. Not the normal gold or amber or even blue that most wolves had. Violet, like someone had taken twilight and poured it into her gaze. Every wolf in the courtyard watched her pass. Some with admiration. Some with wariness. All of them affected in their own way. "Steady," Thea murmured beside me. "Keep your shields up. Don't reach for her mind yet."