Violet Blooming Novels & Stories

The private chapel was tucked away on the grounds of a sprawling, centuries-old estate in the Cotswolds, hidden completely from the prying eyes of the world. It was a crisp, perfect autumn afternoon, the ancient stonework of the building draped in vibrant ivy that had turned a brilliant, fiery red. Inside, the air was thick with the sweet, heady scent of white lilies and the warm, golden glow of hundreds of flickering candles.

The twenty-eighth spring. The jasmine begins on March seventeenth, which Ethan notes with the specificity of someone who has been tracking this date for eight years and has a reliable dataset. Valentina receives this information with the appreciation she gives to Ethan's noticing practice, which is not the same as her noticing practice but which has been complementary to it from the beginning — she notices the quality of things, he notices the pattern of them, and between them nothing important is missed. The twins notice the jasmine for the first time.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

she said before retreating to the back of my mind. The more I thought about Onyx’s suggestion, the more ridiculous it seemed. But after a while of thinking, I decided to just go with what she had said, even though it still seemed ridiculous. I collected flowers from the gardens and waited for Axel in front of his dorm room with the flowers. He arrived shortly after, and the second he saw me, shock saturated his features, and I immediately regretted getting the flowers. Dumb girl. “Violet?” he called as he approached me, my heart pumping faster with every footstep. “What are you doing here?”

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

It rained cats and dogs last night. Every where was muddy and messy. It was also Ariande's interview today. She put on her white suit when she rented from Bella,her friend and tailor. "Wow! Arian,you look beautiful in that suit." Her sister, Georgina, complimented. "I never knew that you would ever wear this kind of outfit. It brings out your curves. You look hot. I think you want to seduce your interviewer." Her other sister,Sydney, also commented.

Violet paused, she looked around us, "Or rather I should follow you." Violet began to pour diesel on herself, "Huh? What are you doing," I yelled, if she is out to kill herself then she will kill me too. "You know, Madison I really did love you," Violet threw the empty gallons to the side, "You are like a beautiful flower and I'm a dangerous Storm, do you know what happens when a storm takes place?" Why was she asking this, this wasn't the time for this, was this her dying statement? "It destroys the flower, maybe it was wrong for us to meet," Violet pecked my forehead.

Kaelani stepped closer, her hand lifting slowly. Violet flickered to life at the palm of her hand. She hovered it over his back, and the energy spread, seeping into the wounds, pulling them closed piece by piece. Careful. Intentional. Her hand lifted, shifting around him, the violet trailing faintly in its wake as she moved to his side—then to his chest. Her touch hovered there for a second— The glow deepened. Julian’s gaze fixed on her now—on the way that violet burned through her eyes, brighter with every second, catching the light, holding it, like it had a life of its own.

I didn’t answer. Because the moment I read the words, the air changed again. The trees hushed. And something rose from the soil. A low hum. The ground beneath the violet stone cracked open—slowly, deliberately. And from the earth… bloomed a flower. Not a normal one. It shimmered with translucent petals, glowing from within like bottled starlight, its stem wrapped in ethereal vines. The second fragment. Waiting. Breathing. I reached for it slowly, my heart pounding.

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”