Violet Beauregarde Blue Nose Novels & Stories

She has an eye for jewels. “Rosalie, is this a real blue diamond? It looks like the heart of the ocean from the Titanic! Where the hell did you get this? Did someone loan it to you to wear for this event?” Becca berates her with questions and Violet is by her side inspecting it. Julius locks eyes with Rosalie from across the room. Wondering how she will react. “Julius gave it to me. It is the perfect replica. 15 carat blue diamond.” Rosalie brags and Julius puffs up his chest.

Brice was standing next to my table, wearing a lavender shirt with a purple tie. I had noticed earlier that Starla’s dress was purple. I had absently wondered if that was the color I’d see if she was part of my pack. Raven’s eyes are violet, so I have a shade of purple already in the river, but the color Starla was wearing was different. It was the sort of purple one associates with royalty. And Brice, standing there looking at me expectantly, wearing a similar shade, looked more like a prince than I had ever seen him look like one before.

I didn’t see such fine daggers before; the blade looked so sharp that a single jab could easily cut the bone of anyone. With a contented smile, I answered, “Of course, I can. Will I need them in the ball?” Violet answered briefly, “Yes if needed but your main duty will be a perfect cover for Young Master.” “Cover? What do I have to do?” I asked in a puzzled tone when Violet passed me a ring with a blue gem in the middle. She explained while rotating that gem in a particular pattern, “There is the antidote for aphroditic, Maybe, you have to try some drugs as Young Master and you will join the party as their customers. Remember, you will be his sex slave and I hope that you know-”

They volunteered to help me get ready for my plan to seduce Adam. "Is this okay?" Violet asked as she stepped back twice and scrutinized my chest while still holding the brush and my contour palette. She's in charge of my makeup, which she says should be a 'no makeup' look so it won't be obvious that I got dolled up. But she went all out on the contouring of my chest to make my breasts look bigger. Leigh nodded as she also examined my chest, standing beside Violet. "Yes. That looks good," she commented.

She regretted herself as she reached for the lotion from the top of the cabinet. She prepared her equipment. She chose a beautiful dress. But something whispered to her to wear a purple dress. Violet fitted dress. Her panties and bra are also purple. From the top of the cabinet, she took the same color lipstick. When she had everything ready, she faced his big mirror. First she applied a little powder on her face and then applied purple lipstick on her lips. She ran it hard to get it to color properly.

"Is that... is that the constitution-builder? I feel as though my soul was purged along with my dinner." "Oui, Monsieur le Prince," I said, my accent thick enough to clog a drain. I swept across the room, the silver tray vibrating with the suppressed energy of my internal hysterics. "Zis is ze Bleu de l'Aube, ze Blue of ze Dawn." It is a rare, ancient French remedy for ze... how you say... ze aggressive toilet visits." I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery.

Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in. The thought of that rude woman made her blood boil. She recalled the way she treated Mila, called her slave and insulted her. Then she was Xavier's mistress meaning she'd be here regularly. Violet sat beside a beautiful red rose bush, and bringing her knees up, she leaned close and enjoyed the sweet scent of the flowers. She slowly traced their little buds and stem, then hissed quietly when something pricked her finger and she just starting to suck on it when a small growl froze her.

"Violet" Aaron snarled, turning at the same time as Rose to face her cousin, who was standing before them with a glass of champagne in hand and a dark blue dress that left very little to the imagination. “Aaron.” she replied, pouting as if he was the one who had lied and mistreated everyone the last time they had seen each other “I thought the next time we saw each other would be the perfect opportunity for me to try to explain myself and work things out. among us. But it's pretty clear that you're still falling for this woman's lies...” Violet sniffed, staring at Rose like she was the plague.

It was the woman standing beside him. Violet’s breath caught in her chest. Luna. Her sister. Luna’s arm was hooked around Christian’s as they walked in together. Both of them looked unkempt, and it didn’t take long for Violet to notice the marks on Luna’s neck- faint bruises that no scarf or collar could hide. Her gaze drifted to Christian’s collar, where similar marks darkened his skin. Her entire body went cold. “Christian?” Violet’s voice trembled, barely a whisper, but in the silence of the room, it sounded like a scream.