Violet Beauregarde Blue Nose Novels & Stories

▪️EMMA▪️ Once I rounded up everyone Colette wanted to go on a run. We all agreed to and her friends that haven't shifted yet we're gonna ride on others backs. Valentine was gonna ride on Walker's, ever since we got back they instantly clicked and started talking, Valentine and her Wolf are attracted to him even if they don't know he is there mate. The same way it was with me and Grayson. And her friend Nick is riding on Shayne's back since she offered being nice.

He said as he left. Raymond POV:- I came home too tired to do anything, but I know if I refuse to come Violet's gonna be sad. Besides, her anger is gonna make me exhausted. I sighed as I entered our room. Thinking of an excuse. I looked up and saw Violet in a Blue dress that was above her knees. Adorn with white beads, with flats. She was looking really pretty. Her hair is tied in a side ponytail. She turned around and smiled. She looked so pure and innocent. Her cuteness is on another level. She walked toward me and said,

Violet’s POV Blue was sprawled across my bed like she paid rent, wings stretched, tail twitching, and now roughly the size of an overfed lion. Her scales shimmered iridescently every time she breathed, her little nostrils puffing tiny curls of smoke. Riven fed her “growth regulation pills,” whatever the hell that meant, so she wouldn’t evolve into a full damn sky-dragon inside the dorm and burn the place down. Not that I would’ve minded. Some people deserved a light crisping.

Thanks to William's urging, Violet had to come even if she didn't want to, she thought she wouldn't lose a piece of meat, she didn't love Dominic Barker in this life and he couldn't do anything to hurt her. Soon that night came, Violet was prepared by her mother for a blue dress designed specifically for Violet, which was embroidered with beautiful flowers and seductive lace. Violet wearing it made her look more mature and sexier than ever, she indulged in looking at herself in the mirror and admiring how beautiful she was.

It looked perfect—deep golden edges, glossy nuts, the kind of rich smell of butter, caramel and walnuts that cut through the glass. But before she could even open her mouth, she saw the owner swing the glass door open, spatula sliding underneath that tart. “Wait!” Violet pointed quickly. “Sorry—can I buy that one?” The owner gave an apologetic wince. “Ah… sorry. Someone just called and reserved it. Fresh ones come out every day at ten. If you want, I can put your name on one for tomorrow.” They spoke in French. Violet’s shoulders slumped in disappointment.

Aurora POV “Do I look as pretty as you, Mummy?” Violet asks as I adjust her silver bow in her blonde hair. “Even better,” I wink at her as I add a little gloss to her lips. She grins at herself in the mirror, looking at her silver dress with puff sleeves, tulle skirt and matching sequin shoes. “Here, I want you to have this.” She looks up at me wide-eyed as I head over to my jewellery box and pluck out the small silver ring that was once my grandma’s. It’s a thin band with two different metals wrapped around the other and tiny diamonds in-between each swirl.

She nodded her own pain in her eyes. "He will tell you she has the most beautiful French violet eyes, like an endless whirling pool of cyan cornflower blue shading and faint Mikado yellow highlights. At first, you'll think it's brownish gold, but when you look closer, you'll see that it is actually Mikado yellow. When that time comes, he will make you feel like shit, a worthless piece of shit." "I don't think I will ever feel that," I smiled as tears rolled over my lips.

"Which is why I picked something up for you yesterday, Violet." She picked something for me? Every alarm bell in my head started ringing. Nicole pulled out a garment bag, unzipping it with theatrical flair. The dress that emerged was breathtaking, deep sapphire silk with elegant silver embroidery along the neckline and hem. "It's stunning," Aunt Rosy murmured. "Valentina Russo," Nicole said proudly. "I saw it and immediately thought of Violet. The color would be perfect with her complexion." Why? Why would you buy me a dress? What's the catch?

Violet stood at the threshold of the huge double door, staring at nothingness. She was wearing a dusty rose-colored gown, which hugged her body like a second skin with long classic gloves with smooth material, a slit on her right side below the hips revealed her leg whenever she walked. Her hair was in a beautiful bun, revealing her shoulders and the mark. She was donning light glowy makeup with elegant diamond earrings.

But the gloved object was supported by a special material that kept it from shaking or shifting when the box was shaken or thrown. Beverley carefully took the object out of the box. She opened the case, and her eyes widened. Her hands trembled as she held the cold object. Her mouth hung open, speechless. “Do you like it?” “Brent ....” Beverley stared in horror at Brent. She quickly put the object back into the box. She shook her head violently. “Are you out of your mind?!” Brent chuckled. He picked up the object and looked at it with a smile. It was a bottle of Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grande Champagne.