Twdg Violet Novels & Stories

Alpha Matthew explained with a determined look. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We can always visit another time. And hey kiddo, when you do come over to Neo Greenpeace, I’ll give you a tour of my fancy fish collection,” Theophile joked as he playfully pinched Violet’s nose. “Oh, and let’s not forget about Aunt Lavelle’s purple lilacs - they’re just as pretty as you are!” “Do you guys have green lilacs? I mean, you’re from the Neo Greenpeace pack, right?” Violet inquired in a playful tone.

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

Violet stood up from the bed, her body shaking slightly as she turned around in style as her mom and sister continued praising her. Violet is a tall and slim girl who doesn't look like she eats, whereas she takes in food meant for a grown man. She has multi-colored hair that's wavy at the top but straight at the end. Her eyes were grayish, and she had the fierce temper of a tiger, which gave her the nickname Tiger.

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

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."

“C-Call Dr. Anderson. Inform him of the situation.” Tere nodded and ran out. Zia tightly held my left hand and sat beside me. She laid the paper on the table and read, “Want not to wot. – Violet” “It’s written in Old English,” I noted and she agreed. “Need not to know. Violet is telling us to stop digging deeper. This is a warning, including that arrow. If we continue, she’ll do far worse.” “This arrow is small, like from a crossbow. Do you think this is laced with poison?”

She shouted and looked around. “You took the curtains off,” I murmured, more likely to myself, but she heard and nodded happily. It looked much more beautiful and alive with the forest view and sun shining brightly all around. Aiden popped his head from the couch as he was watching WWC. Men and their muscles. “Take over. Be careful with the items.” Violet said, more like ordered with a demanding voice, then turned her gaze toward me. “I’m going to get my purse, wait for me!”

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?”