Violet Beauregarde Blue Nose Novels & Stories

And he nods at me on his way out. I look down at Violet. She’s an absolute fucking mess. Her mascara is streaked down her face, the blue eye makeup mixing with the black. It gives her a bruised appearance. Her lipstick has smeared. Who the fuck wears blue lipstick? Like a knockoff version of a Goth girl. Before anyway. She’s got his cum on her face, and she makes no move to wipe it away. She makes no move to do anything at all, actually. She just kneels in front of me, glaring at the floor like she doesn’t know who to blame more—me or herself.

I'd have to ask him to tell me what the word meant later. Everyone falls silent for a moment, exchanging unspoken words with every look until Nancy breaks the silence. "So, I'l have the Boeuf Bourguignon," she chimes in, looking up from her menu and making us all laugh. The conversation shifts and Auguste pulls a pad of paper and a pen from his apron. The rest of us order, Alex pours the aperitif into our glasses, and we cheers to the ight. We'd been here for over two hours, soaking up each other's time, slightly boozed from the after-dinner chartreuse. Barely intoxicated, but just enough for Nancy Moreau to order dessert and lessen the blow of a personal revelation she had been keeping to h

I’d made reservations for four at the Houdre, an elite and exquisite restaurant o I was perched on the edge of the bed while Violet rummaged through the closet for what we’d weird. She’d pick out some clothing, hold it out before her, glance at me, then toss it back to me. It went on like that until she eventually settled on a black button down and some grey pants to pair. “You can put this watch on.” She fished out a silver watch from my drawer and set it beside the clothes. I took a good look at the outlined clothes. “You really outdid yourself with this one.” “Damn right, I did.” She grinned, sticking out her tongue. “In any case, it’s about time I got into the shower. It’s almost time.”

I flip it over and read the back again. Love you so much Mal! Violet xoxo Violet. With eyes a beautiful sky blue, teeth so perfectly straight, and hair a bright yet natural shade of golden blonde. She is beautiful. And she has her arm all around my mate. Am I feeling jealous of a girl in a photograph? Do I expect Malachi to have never had any relationships in the past before he met me?

she said softly as she got on her tippy toes and pecked my mouth. "When I am finished showering I will need help putting on this monstrosity," I told her as I lifted the material. Violet nodded and asked if id received a pin to clasp it. I pulled the fabric apart and noticed there were two garments, one smaller than the other, and handed it to her. I heard a metallic clank and looked at the ground to see a golden pin. Bending down I lifted the pin and showed Violet. It was a golden wolf's head with ruby-red eyes.

“A sweater chain necklace with personalized pendant—it’s not a perfume bottle.” “No. It has no scent, and it’s empty?” She wasn’t sure about her answer anymore. This conversation affected, and again, it was because of me. “It looks like a Lapis lazuli.” “A Lapis what?” Gael asked. “A deep blue rock. A long time ago, this rock is expensive than gold. A Tsarevich egg is made of this stone for Empress Alexandra.” “And who the fuck is Empress Alexandra?” Frost asked, mocking Darick.

Grammy fell over, “ohhh sweet girl hello! Let’s see if I can wake up Rose and we’ll have a proper romp. I haven’t been able to shift since Gunner took us, it’s been torture not having her.” Violet sat down on her back legs and cocked her head. Grammy struggled, whimpered and moaned. She looked like she was in great pain and I hated it but I knew it had to run its course. After a few minutes, a large light brown wolf with pure white boots stood in front of me and Violet wasted no time pouncing on her playfully. *Ohhh yeah that’s the stuff,* I heard in my mind from who I assumed must be Rose. Before I could respond Rose took off like the wind and Violet was hot on her tail.

Someone was standing there, backlit by those stupid neon lights Marcus had put up outside. Violet. She walked in with her shoulders back and her chin up, that bright blue hair of hers impossible to miss. She was carrying something, a vial that glowed with this weird light, the liquid inside it moving like it was alive. "Wait," she said again, louder this time. "I have proof.”

I shower and get dressed in pinstriped trousers, a retro tuxedo shirt layered over a fitted white tee and under a vintage vest in a burgundy brocadeI style my hair and add accessories and eyeliner, slipping one of my favorite pairs of black boots on before I go over to pick Nova up. Is there ever a night that I am not stunned by Nova? Damn, my babe is Hawt! I see why Adia was calling them the sugar plum fairy! They are wearing a vintage velvet minidress in a shade of rose with silver and gold beads and sequins, sparkly purple tights and silver High heeled pumps.their accessories all bring the rose and plum and silver and gold together.

The setting complemented Oliver's style. The engagement party had to have been expensive. "Violet?" Belle emerged from around the corner. Because of her heavy makeup, she appeared considerably younger than normal. She was dressed beautifully and radiated opulence. Her smile froze when she saw Violet, evidently annoyed by her presence. "Hi, Belle." Despite Belle's apparent displeasure, Violet greeted her calmly, ignoring her mood. Responding with a dismissive humph, Belle's expression changed when she noticed Violet's makeup. Violet had no idea what she had done wrong.