Twdg Violet Novels & Stories

’ I tell him. ‘Already on it, boyo’ he tells me. ‘our girl liked it there, remember?’ He is running full force toward the lake, and in no time is dashing through the trees, his eyes darting side to side trying to see his mate. As we approached, I realised the scent was so much stronger than before. It smelt like a combination of buttercream and vanilla… good enough to eat! Odyn was wasting no time and dashed through the trees, pausing at the edge. There laid on the rocks, writhing in pain, was Violet mid-shift. Like she was stuck, mid-shift.

In the house of trust, love is born. ~ A. Gupta Violet My leg throbbed from where Tara had intentionally knocked the can of blue paint that was on my table. In retaliation Daisy had squirted all of her tube colors on Tara’s head, making her hair look like a rainbow. The shriek that had followed was still echoing in my ears and not to forget the evil look Tara had given me before she had stormed off, saying, “Watch your back, bitches.”

Seeing his beloved woman shining so brightly, Alfred widened his eyes perfectly until his mouth opened wide. "What about my appearance?" Violet asked, tossing her dress to seduce her lover. Alfred slowly stepped closer to him, then stroked his head with a twinkle in his eye. "You look like a real violet." "But the violets are purple, and the dress you chose is pink." “I deliberately chose pink because it has a symbol full of love and affection. While the purple color, many people say, has a bad meaning. Therefore, instead I chose that color, and I also indirectly gave you a code that I love you very much, Violet."

It just feels meaningless. "No." I protested as I removed her hand from my chest and took a step back. "Violet is a natural color while purple is an unnatural pigment. Her eyes are natural." Were. "Forget it, Zo. I am done talking about her." She exhales a deep breath in annoyance and tries to take one more step towards me but I immediately took two back.

They finally entered an alcove area with a small counter, on top of which sat several vials. Violet suddenly reached out, took a small knife from her waistband, and sliced her wrist. She then reached over, grabbed a vial, and let her blood drip into it. When it was filled, she sealed it with a stopper. She bandaged her wrist with a rag, then held up the vial, examining it in the fading afternoon light. "You are putting your faith for his entire life in this one vial," Violet said. "And if it doesn't work?”

Candles flickered. No Kaida. "Are they here?" He hissed as the tattoo seared, sending agony up his arm. A return text from Tristan pinged Brady's phone. At the store with the girls. Violet lifted her extravagantly penciled eyebrows and pointed to the back room. Bracelets jingled and clattered from her wrist. "Three Meaths in one afternoon. There's a bad omen." Her voice rasped like a three-pack-a-day habit. "Go on. They're expecting you."

“You don’t remember? Oh, I was afraid of that. Ash and I drove you home. On the way here, you said some things.” Thea grimaced. “God, don’t tell me. Whatever it was, I’m sorry. I should never have drunk that much. I’ll be nursing this hangover for weeks, I swear.” Violet nibbled on her bottom lip. With her blond hair and creamy skin, Violet looked like a model most days. It didn’t help that she was tall and always well-dressed. Today she wore simple silver hoop earrings that Thea was sure Violet had made herself. Violet ran her own jewelry business, making every piece herself by hand, and had within the last year caught the notice of some major designers.

Not Aurora, someone far, far worse. Violet emerges from behind the plants and walks up to the counter. She blows out a bubble from her pink bubblegum, letting it pop right in front of Ivan's face. His jaw clenches but only a fool would call out Violet. "What do we have here?" she muses, eyeing the two of us as if she didn't just overhear everything being said. Her aura isn't as potent as Aurora's, her mates' or Logan's for that matter but it doesn't stop either of us from bending our necks towards her under her scrutinizing gaze.

Is the first question that came to Liviana’s mind. Leo couldn’t help but laugh at the basic question, but answers nonetheless. “Blue.” “Pink.” Violet answers, an obvious one considering she was dressed in all pink tonight, a blushed colored silk dress clinging to her body, matching that of the shimmery eye shadow she wore and the gloss painting her lips. “Yours?” “I like Purple.” Livi answers after a moment of thought. “I bet purple looks great on you.” Violet says, looking the girl over. “I bet everything looks good on her, she’s hot.” Leo adds, and Liviana couldn’t help but blush at the bluntness of her words.

Viper screamed in excitement. Violet on the other hand checked her phone and the small drive that James Mondragon gave. She won't lose hope.