Viola Bly Manor Novels & Stories

said Min-ho trying hard to open the knots. “I was not expecting you to wake up for at least one day after receiving that shot. Hmm…quite strong,” said Si-ri looking at Min-ho. Meanwhile Min-ho was busy admiring Si-ri’s beauty. After coming back to his senses, he continued to ask her “Release me you witch I won't harm you.” “I am not a witch,” she responded in a gentle voice. “But they said that the black mansion is the residence of a witch.” “Do I look like a witch? Whatever you have heard is not true, there is no witch here.”

‘Refuse Hayley, say no and turn away with no regret,’ I thought to myself but still I could bring myself to. I turned to Bree and leaned in. “You would stay with me right?” I asked her and she nodded almost immediately. “Just for this night” I said and Viola smiled brightly. Did my heart just skip a beat at this woman's pretty smile? Damn, she was beautiful. “Let's head up then” Viola said. I turned to Bree “Go ahead let me go get somethings you would need” she said to me. “There's no need for that, everything you'd need is already upstairs and if you do need something else it would be given to you” Viola said.

There are too many unknown variables here for us to be at odds. ‘Stay sober enough,’ Viola comments dryly and completely unbothered, ‘and then we will have something to talk about.’ Her statements ending abruptly as she returns to the far reaches of my mind. ‘Thanks, that’s really fucking helpful,’ I mutter, inhaling a large breath, trying to calm the nerves of being in this unfamiliar place. Returning my focus to the window, Theo turns us onto a driveway, leading us to a beautiful single family home, with a large porch and a swing hanging in the front.

*The Harrison's mansion* *Green city* With each passing second, Viola's trepidation increased, her mind had conjured several images of torture and she had visualized several inhumane treatments in her head. There was no use in trying to break free, the metal handcuffs just wouldn't budge, the only thing she could do was pray, pray that she would make it out of this place alive. A loud set of approaching footsteps was heard and it accelerated her fear, the door of the room was pushed open and Viola paled in fright at the appearance of the third master of the Harrison family, Zaqh Harrison.

After she fell asleep, she slowly got up from the bed and groped for the piano's room. "Big brother, can you make some noise next time? I'm scared to death." Viola Turner feels something is wrong. When he opens his eyes and is ready to get out of bed and run away, he sees a Aaron Hunter standing on the balcony in the moonlight. There are so many people who want to kill him. If you are not careful, he will see the king of hell for a long time. "Did you go to Hunter family with Ada today?" Aaron didn't look back and looked at the moonlight outside the window with his back to Viola Turner. Once, he also in the similar night, asked Zora Wood about the man, she was not willing to say. "

Upon reaching Yandell Mansion, she knocked on the door, and a maid opened it. "May I know who you are?" "Please tell Yara that the nanny from her old house is here." Viola was worried that the maid would be too lazy and unwilling to do it. So, she gave the latter a tip. After receiving the money, the maid went back into the mansion. After a short while, someone brought Viola into the building. The mansion was luxurious inside. Yara was making coffee and didn't spare Viola a glance at all. "What are you doing here?"

BAM! Suddenly all the doors and windows closed and the lights went out. The room was now dark with only the moon lighting up the place through the window. Heller’s heart was pumping hard. She didn’t know what happened, but she could sense a presence in front of her. The chair slowly turned around, revealing a woman with pale violet skin, dark purple hair, a pair of horns on the side of her head and wore a skin tight jet black suit. She sat in a way that one would imagine of an executive would. Legs crossed and hands interlocked.

Viola replied, her voice shuddering. "What?! Him again?!" Donald was incensed when he heard Frank's name. Frank had already taken one of Jaud's arms and provided the Turnbulls with the recipe of the Rejuvenation Pill. And now, Frank had started another fight at his daughter's birthday party, and also… He quickly turned to Viola. "A-Are you alright?" Viola threw herself into his arms, sobbing miserably. "He's a monster! He struck my acupoints… a-and defiled me!"

What is she doing here? I carefully follow her. Viola glances nervously at the road. I crouched by a bush and watched. A black car, the same as the one that brought me here, drove up to the blonde and stopped. Viola is talking about something to the person inside. Finally, a hand emerged from the car and handed the blonde a folder. My eyes widened when I saw how Viola pulled out the same folder and returned it in place of the old one. Isn't that what I thought?! "Are you saying you're not involved in the Damian case?" Zark watched Viola's face coldly.

POV: Zia The morning air was crisp, the kind of stillness that usually feels peaceful, but today it felt like the breath you take before diving underwater. Viola was back, sitting in the same spot on the patio, looking as unimpressed by the million-dollar view as she had the first time. I told her about the letters. I told her about the pier. I even told her about the "I am not a thief" mantra. She listened, her sharp eyes tracking the way my hands didn't shake as much as they used to. "Good," she said, her voice like gravel. "You’ve cleared the brush. Now we have to dig up the stumps."