Violet Baudelaire A Series Of Unfortunate Events Novels & Stories

The steel clinked softly between them, an unspoken pact in every exchange. At the far end of the hall, Violet sat hunched over a spellbook older than any of us. The parchment glowed faintly under her fingers, symbols rippling across the page like living things. Her lips moved in steady rhythm until a sudden boom of light crackled from the text, sending a pulse through the air that rattled the weapons on the table. I flinched, but Violet only smirked, eyes still locked on the glowing script. Preparations had begun. The storm against the daughters was no longer a question—it was only a matter of time.

Violet murmured brokenly as she sobbed silently, she put off her clothes gently and slipped into the jacuzzi tub scrubbing her body in the milky warm bath however she couldn't enjoy this one because she is in a jiffy . Over the years , Violet had always wished to have a princess kind of life like Vanessa's but it seems life had granted it to her in an unpleasant manner, a dream which she sadly wants to wake up from but can't. .... .... " Ding ding" the door bell interrupted violet's thought as she slipped into a white flowery robe on the bed . She opened the door with rather shaky hands , she peeps slightly at the door when two ladies walked in , though without the make up box ,she recognize

FOURTEEN YEARS AGO Violet now had the tattoo on her face and white hair, so everywhere she went, people would stare at her, which was annoying, but there was nothing she could do about it. These two things were both a curse and a gift to her, and she couldn't get rid of them.

Candles flickered. No Kaida. "Are they here?" He hissed as the tattoo seared, sending agony up his arm. A return text from Tristan pinged Brady's phone. At the store with the girls. Violet lifted her extravagantly penciled eyebrows and pointed to the back room. Bracelets jingled and clattered from her wrist. "Three Meaths in one afternoon. There's a bad omen." Her voice rasped like a three-pack-a-day habit. "Go on. They're expecting you."

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.

Guess my fate is ill. An ill-fated Lycan Princess that ruined everything she touched and everyone she loved. First, it was my parents and my family members. Then Arla. And Ava. Soon enough, Kovan would also get broken because of me. Violet didn't have to fight to win and neither did I have to laze around to lose. Fate had never been on my side anyways. Fate was on Violet's side. She would win no matter my efforts. I should have known that I would end up in a slum like this… All alone with death drawing closer like a moving wall.

Violet screamed in panic. "Azalea, do something!" I yelled at the Archmage, but she just stood there without doing anything. With all her strength, Violet pushed the giant fireball toward the ceiling. However, fate had other plans. Instead of dissipating into the air, the mass of fire bounced back at her with unstoppable force.

When Violet saw Carissa, she immediately stood to greet her and regretfully said, "Cari, I acted on impulse. I shouldn't have gone to Edgeview Estate. I'm afraid I've caused you trouble." Carissa had hurried back to comfort her friend, but was taken aback when she beat her to the apology. Smiling, she linked arms with her. "Did you make a scene at Edgeview Estate?" Violet sighed, her frustration clear. "I slapped Molly." "Did it feel good?" Carissa asked with a smile. "It felt good for a moment," Violet admitted. "But I might have caused trouble for you and Prince Rafael." Carissa gently pushed Violet down onto a chair and sat beside her, then called for Lulu to bring some royal jelly soup.

I tightened my hold on her, desperate for the contact though I’d never outright say so. “The night I lost my memories, the bad man had found us. He broke into the house. Mom seemed to know he was coming, but I don’t know how. She told me to go and hide, so I did. I forgot to lock the bedroom door.” Violet let out a bitter laugh tinged with pain, “That’s how she got in. I thought it was him, but it was Alice that dragged me out from underneath the bed. She knocked me out, and when I woke up I couldn’t move. She’s the one that gave me these scars.” With a trembling hand, she touched the puckered mark slashed across her throat. “But before she could kill me, the bad man came in. He was so angry

Selena had begged in tears, oblivious to seven-year-old Violet eavesdropping. "Why shouldn’t I, when this family has done nothing but ruin my life? The only reason I accepted this stupid charm of a wedding was to have an heir, but what do I have? A mentally disabled child and a daughter. What the hell can I do with that?" Lucas had pushed Selena aside as he exited the room. Violet blinked, snapping out of the flashback. "He came back after some weeks with another woman," she muttered. Wiping the tears that threatened to fall, she reprimanded herself. "No, Violet. No more crying over those evil people. No more."