Viola From She's The Man Novels & Stories

Viola hissed, “I don't want you here ruining my fucking life. I’m sure you and your fucking hard-won first husband will make a success of wherever you end up.” Then after what had seemed like an eternity of silence, Ryan’s voice rippled in my head. “Is she serious?” “Apparently so.” “Why would she do this?” “Because she’s fucked in the head clearly Setting us free will solve nothing but she’s so sure that Peter and Kelly will win she wants us out of here,” I replied quickly as Viola took my silence for agreement. “That’s right you fucking bitch, I won.” She spat with a smug smile, clapping her hands dramatically shortly before a group of six guards filed into the cell.

And when she finally catches up to him, holding the blade to his throat, she types with her left, thumb sliding across her screen quickly until a text is pinging into my phone. Viola: I have your man hostage. Let me out of this place now, else, I am going to stab him. Me: I can see that. Do it. The look that passes across her features lends to what I know of her already. If her reaction to the murder scene of a few days ago is any indication, then my pretty little butterfly would not hurt even an insect. Feisty, sassy, but at her core, afraid of the thought of blood- whether watching it be spilled or spilling it herself.

Being absent from the restaurant during lunchtime left him out of the loop sometimes. Before he could ask Jessy more about it, a blonde woman walked toward them. Jessy gasped in excitement. "Viola? You’re that famous model from Latin America, right? Oh my God, you’re so gorgeous!" Jessy exclaimed. Viola smiled warmly at Jessy, her charm evident as they quickly posed for a picture together, with David snapping the photo. “Finally, I got a picture with someone so famous!” Jessy beamed, scrolling through the photo.

***** Viola is an angry for the fact that Venom set Evelyn free without informing her, she was extremely angry that she dig her long artificial nail into her skin, she was also angry because the maid she has been maltreating and underestimating is the one that makes Evelyn's dress, now the foolish maid, has become popular and many people are looking forward to her and she has quit her job as a maid and she didn't even come back to the Spooner mansion. Everything happens suddenly to her, first Evelyn stole the prize of the competition, the old fool who her Mr. Spooner plead with trick them, Riley trick her, Venom did, she wanted to kill them all and have her revenge

I laughed loudly and chatted with her, even making her daughter giggle along the way. Christine looked like she was sitting on pins and needles. The difference in how Vivian treated the two of us couldn't have been clearer. She started to retreat, turning toward her car. "Mrs. Dittman, if you have time, do come by Luxe Atelier. We've prepared some fun new things for your daughter, too." "Sure, next time." Vivian didn't even look up, continuing her conversation with me as if Christine wasn't there. A few executives around me chuckled, fully engaged in conversation as Christine dejectedly pulled open the car door.

I chided, watching Victor shift back to human. "And you're the one who can't keep your eyes off him," she taunted, "If you don't make a move then I'm taking over again." "You wouldn't," I internally gasped, trying my best to hide the horror from my face. "I can and I will," she muttered slyly.

The woman answered. "I'm Ariana and I'm a Filipino…" She introduced herself as she offered her hand. "And?" Still with the sassy attitude, the woman answered. "It's been a while since I've met a fellow countryman. Coffee?" The woman's eyebrow rose higher than before. She stared at her, trying to find out if she's being mocked or not. "I'm Daisy, Daisy Guillermo." The woman then took her hand and shook it.

Viola commented as she sat on the couch switching the television to N*****x. When she was deployed to Russia, Viola was handed a pay cheque by Raphael worth seven million dollars. She had acquired a mini apartment upon her arrival and had sent some of the money to her late brother. Lucifer on the other hand, had taken it upon himself to ensure that she was back to herself; he missed the happy cheerful Viola. Though she was getting back to her feet, she was not hundred percent okay as she still had bandaged in her chest area. "You know, I almost forgot to ask, how is Thelma and boss?" Viola asked, looking at Lucifer.

I grab a bottle and raise to him. The ladies come back. Fiona is fanning herself. "Woo....need a drink after that hotness." She grabs her glass. Davis slides in beside her. "Need another?" He flashes a charming smile at her. "Sure. Thanks." She says in a bubbly voice. "Be right back." He turns on heels and rushes to the bar. I pat the stool shooting a sly smile to Anna. "Hey sexy, take a load off."

I came from a family of musical prodigies. Everyone had talent—except me. I was born tone-deaf, with a harsh, unpleasant voice. My parents were Grammy winners, but I couldn't even pass an audition for a school show. Everyone said listening to me was torture. Desperate to carry on the Bennett family's musical legacy, my parents adopted Layla Bennett. The moment she entered our home, she took my place. My parents called her a musical genius and brought her to exclusive dinners, industry parties, and prestigious galas. My older brother, Ron Bennett, who had once spoiled me rotten, now said Layla was a hundred times better. Within a few years, Layla became one of the hottest rising stars in the