Violet Beauregarde Blue Nose Novels & Stories

She peered at the window and noticed that big triangle tent around the cabin while Bull was slowly fixing things. "It'll be a little noisy, Violet. Sorry," Bull kept that kind smile and kind act that he always does. "I have earplugs for you." "Don't worry," Violet said as she looked outside. There's nothing but them. It seemed like it had been planned. Everything was planned. "Tell me, why am I here?" "To save you?" Chameleon answered. "And where's Viper?" "He's working with Harvey behind the back." Violet looked around and on the very old small bed. Like it's the bed of a teenager. She slipped off from the bed although she felt a sort of stinging pain. She's used to that pain.

He was the smallest of the trio of men, and his eyes appraised me like I was new furniture he was trying to acquire. “Nice to meet you all,” I muttered, with a smile. “How are you red all over but named after a shade of blue?” Calvin blurted, his eyes filled with honest curiosity. The rest of the table erupted in quiet laughter. Only Brian's face remained stoic. Aliya's hand was quick to smack Calvin over the back of his head. “Violet is a shade of purple, and you'll show some respect, even if you can't manage a brain.” She said, her tone sharp but teasing.

Jay was more than happy to take Violet’s last name. Vi’s letter reads: Violet my beautiful granddaughter, I know you miss me. I won't be there for your big day! This is important because you will have two weddings on the same day. One here and one in the village. The one in the village will be the one to make it official as it's more binding for our kind and as Jay is a keeper of the key this is a must. This is the biggest wedding and most important wedding in my village of all time. Mr. Swan and I always knew the two of you would end up married. Jay and Zo will be taking over the companies in August. Your dad will not be able to attend the wedding here but will be at the one in the village.

I pulled the small bundle up to my chest, wrapping him in the tattered remains of my skirt to shield him from the wind. "Please. Please, don't be silent. Cry. Scream. Anything." I whispered, rubbing his tiny, purple back. I brushed the blood and vernix from his face. He was tiny, but perfect. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A tuft of jet-black hair. And then, his eyes opened. I gasped. They weren't blue like Lucas’s. They weren't brown like mine. They were Violet. A glowing, electric purple that seemed to glow with power, illuminating the dark hollow of the tree.

“Bring out the blue.” The two assistants scrambled backward in fear. One of them accidentally knocked over a heavy metal hanger, creating a loud clattering sound before they quickly dragged the massive pink dress out of sight. They hurried back toward the racks and brought forward a sky blue gown. It had a wide, puffy skirt and a high, stiff satin collar that looked tightly structured. Madame Vivienne pulled a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her sweating forehead, her breath coming in short gasps. “This one,” Madame Vivienne said, her voice shaking as she gestured to the blue fabric. “It is modest. It covers the neck completely, which is perfect for protecting the scent glands f

I cock my head to the side in confusion, “Who?” “Oh, those are the names I’ve chosen. Violet if it’s a girl and Viorel if it’s a boy,” she says proudly. “Let me guess, Viorel has something to do with purple.” “Bingo,” she winks, making us both giggle. She really is crazy for that colour. Which is pretty funny considering Tyson smells like violets to all of us. I wonder what he smells like to Evalyn. “Anyway, enough of that, have a look at what I got for you. I gave it a lot of consideration,” she says sliding the bag closer. I take a breath and reach into the bag, pulling out a soft yellow piece of fabric. What is it? Evalyn has an amused look on her face. “Let me help you,” she takes the fa

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

Scarlet’s POV The first time I met Violet, she was like a storm and dangerously close to collapse. Her body was thin, so frighteningly thin, it was as if the life inside her was flickering like a dying flame. Bones jutted beneath her skin, and her cheeks were hollow, but her eyes, eerie, ocean-blue eyes, held an intensity I had never seen before. She was unpredictable, charged like a wire stripped bare, snapping at anyone who dared come near her. No one could approach her except the king. Only his presence seemed to settle the storm, if only for a few brief moments.