Violet Beauregarde Blue Nose Novels & Stories

Aries POV: "Blue or purple?" I carefully studied the choices that were placed before me. On the right was a large teddy bear with fur that was colored in a light shade of pastel blue. A large pink bow was wrapped tightly around its neck. The shade matches the bear's nose, inner ears, and paws. Its eyes were a glossy black that shined brightly as the light bounced off them. On the left was a smaller sized teddy bear. The fur was a mix-matched patterned of lavender and dark purple. A bow also decorated this bear neck, shaded in a cool gray instead of a vibrant pink.

She didn’t remember him mentioning her. Violet smiled. “Mm-hmm.” The manager finished checking Goldbar and walked over with it in his arms. He saw Violet and smiled. “Ms. Lovegood, you’re here. Lady is done with her shower. I’ll bring her out in a bit.” “Don’t worry about it. I’m not in a hurry.” Violet looked at the Alaskan Malamute in Daisie’s arms. “Do you like dogs too?” She replied, “Yes!” “I love them too. I have a poodle called Lady. What is this cutie’s name?”

“I almost forgot. Luna Sylvia gave me this to give to you.” In her hand was a little golden name tag with “Violet” etched along the front in beautiful cursive. “A name tag?” I stated the obvious. Olive nodded, then leaned in like she was going to tell me a secret. “You see how ours is gold and how some of the other guests have silver ones?” She asked, waiting several seconds as I scanned the crowd. When I nodded, her lips thinned into a small line. “Silver means they have the rogue gene. Gold means they’re clear.”

After all, that would only push Xavier further toward her. She had to hurt herself in exchange for his sympathy. She would also make sure Xavier believed that Gabriella had done so out of hatred. After the meal, Xavier took Violet to Silveria Mall. Luxury brands from all over the world could be found here. To make up to her, Xavier spent both money and time on her. Violet picked out a few seasonal dresses, then stopped by the Bulgari counter. This particular store carried high-end jewelry, so everything started at five million dollars. It was expensive and far beyond what Violet would normally afford.

"I got her when I was twelve and dyed her fur yellow cause she loves the color. I wanted to name her yellow but I had six other cats with the same name so I dyed her fur pink and named her pink. Then I got another cat a week later. She had the whitest fur with beautiful blue eyes. Looking at her for the first time, she took a large chunk of my heart so after a few minutes, I named her Michael Jackson"

"Galene? Good Lord—you frightened me." "Why do you always leave the door unlocked? It's dangerous." "Why aren't you in your studio?" "What? No hugs for your only child?" Galene embraced her mom, taking comfort in her familiar scent—she smelled like lemon, oil paint, and turpentine. Violet pulled back. "I love this color on you." Galene glanced down at her ultramarine blue maxi dress. "Plus, you're wearing the cardigan that I knitted." "Of course, Mom. It's my favorite." The cropped white cardigan felt soft against Galene's skin.

Anthony smiles, his hand moving down to my waist, "You are exceptionally beautiful, Violet Daniels." A lump forms in my throat and I try to search his face for any hint of deception. "Don't lie to me, please." I whisper. Anthony shakes his head, "As I've said, I don't give people false hope." The room seems to get smaller as I realize how close we are, his nose barely touching mine and his hand still on my waist, seeming to be so gentle. I swallow and look into his green eyes once more to find that he was staring right back at me with the same intensity. Anthony pulls me closer to him and bends his head down, his lips grazing my ear. I shudder in response and lick my lips as I try not to thi

But her pearl was beautiful beyond what he had seen. It was a creamy orange in the firelight with an entire galaxy of sparkles within. They swirled around each other and told stories just like the stars do. It pulsed with a light of its own that was more of a white glow. The orange licked the old lady's cheeks, but the center of her face was lit up bright white. Her wrinkles were more pronounced. But the end of her crooked nose reflected the white light the most. She cackled. “Well, isn't that something?” She marveled before shaking her head. “No! My dear, you can call me Violet. And as much as it pleases me to see a handsome prince humble himself before me, the bowing is unnecessary.”

King Logan asked, his eyes searching Eli's. "Violet had been too trusting when we first met. Her need to be transparent and honest. Like she wasn't going to try to leave me afterwards." He snorted. "She told me about her true origin. One she had begged sh.ould remain a secret between us. I mean, I did keep it a secret." He shrugged. "But I also used that secret to end her for good." "What do you mean?" "What I mean is....." He gave a dramatic pause. "Violet was an offspring of a Tinotaur." He giggled in a childlike manner. "Rainos is to Tinotaurs, as wolfsbane is to wolves."

Violet said, after applying the last stroke of lipstick on her plump pouty lips. She slowly unlatched her dark long lashes and her azure eyes fell on her own reflection in the mirror. Her skin was illuminating. Her face wore a nude makeup. Her lips were tainted in a shimmering dark pink lipstick. Her golden hair was tied up in a loose bun. She stood up from the stool and looked at her gown. It was a pale white flowing gown with beautiful gleaming crystals and stones attached to it. It was perfectly hugging every corner of her body. Zale had personally told the designers to customise it as per liking. He wanted her to live every moment of it. "You are looking ethereal, Cia. So beautiful," Vio