Violet Baudelaire A Series Of Unfortunate Events の小説・ストーリー

While Violet, the crown princess of Vlatka and Aldrich's fiancée, is calm as always as her attention is on Alesteria, who had been smiling like she is plotting something. "I think you will get punished again this time, whether it will be with the excursion or meeting with the high prophet." She said in a 'matter of fact' tone. Violet already knew about the invitation since Alesteria mentioned it in the letter she sent to her, since she knew that Violet is the wisest among them. 'No offense to Gabrielle or Eve, but they would talk me out of it and prevent me from ever going.' She thought as her eyes landed on Gabrielle and Eve.

"We'll handle this." Violet nodded, her inner turmoil warring against her desire to be by their side. She took a step back, her body trembling with the mounting intensity of her heat. The scent of her season filled the air, attracting the attention of the raiders, who redoubled their efforts to reach her. The battle had become a dangerous dance on a knife's edge, with Violet's presence acting as a magnet for conflict.

“And now they are on their way. They will be here soon.” Mom brushed through her hair. “Who?” Exactly. Who? Was she talking about Aelius, Baelor, or… “Everyone,” Little Violet said. “Everyone, and it is all my fault.” A chill went through me. It was the way she said it that shattered me because she really did believe it was her fault. This was just a child, forced to worry about things no child her age should ever have to worry about. More than anything, that little girl was just too confused. She was talking about saving those she cared about, feeding others darkness, and I couldn’t tell whether she was trying to prevent herself from being good or bad.

Amidst her tears, Belle pointed accusingly at Violet, declaring, "It's all her fault! She's the reason I lost my baby!" Violet, who had entered the room in fear of Patrick's reaction, stepped back in shock at Belle's accusation. Her face drained of color as she realized the weight of the accusation against her. That day, when Belle had begun bleeding, she had suffered a miscarriage. "It was her! She's the one who caused it! She's responsible for the loss of your child!" Belle continued to point fingers at Violet, intensifying her accusations. "Vivi!" Astrid hurried into the room to support Violet.

"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?"

I picked up the flower vase from the table from her window side about to enter the bathroom when I saw Violet use a wipe to clean her wrist, it revealed her tattoo, tears rolled down my eyes. I stood frozen on a spot, Violet used her hands to remove something from her ear, she is also the person with half ear, she is the person Xavier talked about the day he fell into the fire, she is the person Xavier wanted me to be careful off "Mummy I miss you when will you come," a child voice said from the other end of the phone.

She knew that if she said anything or opened her eyes for more than two seconds, the tears would flow. And school. She was supposed to be tutoring the twins, Xavier and Xianne. She wondered how that would have gone if she didn't disappear. Surely, they would still be talking about her in there. But it is always said that your worst enemies would try to get to you using your closest friends. Violet. Sweet, little Violet. That's what everyone saw her as. Including her at one point. The day that Delilah ran away from her home to go stay at Dennis's after lying to her mom that she was going to be with Violet, Dennis hosted a party.

“There’s a witch coven in Albania that I’ve been dying to visit. They teach resurrection magic to witches who are bold enough to brave the jagged mountains.” “That sounds great, Ginny,” Rowan tells her, body attuned to her. “Perhaps I should join you.” He’s still smiling at her. Just then, Violet’s wine glass bursts in her hands. It just shatters. Everyone turns to gape at the mess. Violet rises up to her feet and excuses herself from the table. She walks back into the house. While everyone is trying to make sense of what just happened, I feel the pieces starting to come together.

Violet’s fingers tightened around the pen. “What?” “A. was Adelaide Cain.” “Family?” “My sister.” Was. Not is. Violet swallowed. “What happened to her?” Theodore looked at her then. For once, there was no arrogance in his face. No control. No threat. Only a darkness so deep it felt older than the house. “She vanished.” The word moved through the room like smoke. Violet thought of the photograph. The laughing girl. The note. Before the lake. “When?” she asked. “When she was thirteen.”

Violet POV. I was in school, it was all normal until I and my friend went out to play, Izzy and I were playing we got new toys to play with today, Miss Laila gave us some chalk to draw on the floor, it was today's game. It was the best, I loved it, we made a big house, we draw cubes to jump in, it was so fun until my neck started itching, daddy dresses me in way too many layers, they made me itchy.