Violet And Tony Novels & Stories

Violet Meanwhile, the video continued to play. In it, I was busy talking to the restaurant manager and then sitting nervously on the table while Nate walked in, typing something on his phone. Elijah looked at me again. “Violet, please…” But I shot my hand up to signal him to stop talking. “She also has a boyfriend it seems. Nah, hard pass.” The Elijah who was on the screen said, shaking his head but Nicole challenged him. “Are you going back on your words, Elijah Deveraux?”

She's dressed like royalty-long emerald gown hugging her curves, her dark hair twisted into an intricate braid, jeweled pins glimmering under the chandelier light. Beautiful. Untouchable. But it's the way her hand is hooked around that fucker's arm that makes Ares lose his shit. The Shadow Alpha-Spencer. He saunters forward, grinning like he's already won. "Honey," he drawls, fingers brushing Violet's chin. "What do you have to say about your two little boyfriends crashing our wedding?" I see red. Fucking see red. But before I can snap, Violet speaks. "Spare them," she says smoothly, eyes sharp. "They think I'm in trouble and came to rescue me."

“Yes. “ “Then why are you laughing? “ Violet is wearing cotton pyjamas with a pink penguin on the front. “You can’t look threatening dressed like this. “ She groans. “You will be the death of me. “ I jump happily and sit next to her. Then I hug her. “Congratulations on the award. “ Her arms close around me and she mutters. “Thank you. You smell like cigarettes and alcohol. “ I pull away from her and grin. “That’s because I had a great evening with my saviour in the bar. “ I don’t tell her about Tyson, because I already know what she thinks of him. So I tell her everything else that happened. “And you didn't even ask his name?” Violet laughs and shakes her head “Only you can do this. “ “No! I

I can’t deny I’m enjoying the sexy attention. “I guess I should go to the car before I break my pack with Nico. He only calls me Tony when he’s in a cranky mood. I wonder if he had a stressful day with the cusino. Go get ready. I love you, Violetta.” Anthony declares with a kiss on my lips. “I love you too, Anthony.” I reply when we break our kiss.

"You look like you've already won." I looked down at my plate, my face scarlet. "I haven't won anything. I'm still locked in." "Tonight," he said, pulling out my chair with a surprising tenderness, "the only thing locked is the rest of the world out. Sit down, Velvet. Let's eat." As I sat, I caught a glimpse of Ava in the hallway, giving me a thumbs-up and a wink before disappearing into the shadows. I wanted to throw a dinner roll at her, but I was too busy trying to remember how to breathe.

not so sure. Paper. Violet put paper and I put scissors which means...I won. Violet dejectedly walked over to where her bag was and started unpacking a few things she'll need for the night. She didn't even say a word to me after she lost and just left solemnly. I guess she accepted the fact that she can never ever beat me, no matter the tricks she pulls. She picked up her towel, body wash, and a few other things and headed to the bathroom. The sound of water pouring on floor echoed round the room giving it a relaxing feel. I closed my eyes as I inhaled the air that carried Violet's body wash.

Violet’s POV As if last night hadn’t been painful enough. I was quickly snapped out of my rage induced thoughts by the scuffling sounds of a chair being pulled up to the table by a young man. He proceeded to seat himself with his massive pile of breakfast down next to me. “Hi! I’m Boston! You’re our future Luna…Violet, right?” He had kind honey brown eyes and a warm smile that made me feel comforted. My heart caught in my chest for a brief moment, stunned at the beauty of the man seated next to me.

Taylor has calculated to raise Violet as a child lady and find a man who is not only worthy of his daughter and can help his future career advancement. … Violet returned from a honeymoon with her billionaire husband, she was alone in the house surrounded by many servants who were helping her with manicures and foot massages. A happy life with servants and servants, but since being with Dominic she has never felt truly happy, although she is also moved by Dominic's delicate actions, they have not made her happy I feel safe and confident when I'm with you. "Madam, Mr. Taylor is calling." A maid respectfully entered the room. Violet nodded and told the servants to stop because she had to take a

Suddenly, a wave of murmurs spread through the guests. All heads turned towards the entrance. Tony followed their gaze. There, beneath the made grand archway, stood a figure in a tailored white suit holding a glass of champagne. Biting his lips, eyes darting everywhere and squirming under the people’s stare. A white mask adorned his face. Delicate and simple. Violet eyes shimmered beneath the lights. Tony felt his body turn cold. Freezing him in place. ‘There is no way in hell that I would encounter two people with violet eyes in the same country.’

Her eyes met his and for a moment, there was a bubble that no doubt both parties felt, their eyes were drawn to one another, like manets unable to fight atrraction to one another. Violet poured their drinks, unable to fight her laughter at the joke Suzie had just made about Macy. She glanced up from the keg, feeling someone's eyes on her, she finds the pair of dark eyes that seem to fixate on her. She sees him standing off to the side, his eyes staring back at her, in the brief second their eyes meet she sees him, her eyes drop as her attention is grabbed by Brandon at her side, his hand on the small of her back. Suzie's giving her the 'omg i did not him' look.