Violet Blueberry Willy Wonka Novels & Stories

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.

She was sure of it. Taking her plate, she decided to eat in the backyard. Violet figured if no one could see her, she would be alright eating where ever. She found a secluded corner near some hedges and sat down in the grass starting to eat. She had nearly finished when she heard someone sniff just a moment before a shadow fell over her. Violet looked up and nearly choked on the food she was eating. It was the beta, Nolan. He leaned forward a little, sniffing again. “You smell weird, you know that,” he told her coldly. Again, Violet nearly choked when her heart tried to run up her throat as she attempted to swallow her food. “Uhm, what?” she managed to say, before picking up the small plasti

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.

I'll be there whether he wants me there or not! Despite not feeling any better myself, I immediately took a bath and got ready. Pshhh, a fever would never stop me! Something as trivial as a fever won't get in my way of love! I wore my purple shorts along with my orange flannel and floral sneakers. What? They said purple and orange looked good together- Willy Wonka wore it, right? And people loved him.

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.

Some supports him but some are very unreasonable. Can ‘she’ tolerate his fans, their love and hate? As usual he got carried away by these questions. He sighed heavily and mumbled "Where are you MY VANILLA?" and drifted to sleep. He didn't know why but he calls his future partner as vanilla. For him, vanilla ice cream is pure as white, smells pleasant, tastes divine, and soft as cloud. He always imagines that his would be wife will be like Vanilla. His favourite Vanilla.

’ My shaky hands lazily typed on my keys and I punched the send icon. Done, I pushed the phone aside, hating to burden myself with the need of getting a response from her. “Hun?” I called out to Violet. She raised her head and rolled her eyes at alert. “Could you help mama get her drugs from Miss Francesca?” She nodded and crawled out of bed. “Anything else?” “No, baby.” I watched her little frame bubble towards the door. “Would you like some pancakes?” I half yelled. “Yes!” She bolted around. “And that honey syrup and whipped cream and berries. Yes.”

I recognized them instantly as the colors of my mate's eyes. In order, from top to bottom, the colors of the crystals were forest green, ocean blue, honey yellow, sapphire blue, and…. Violet. Violet? They looked like the color of my eyes during the last full moon. “That one,” I said without hesitation. Mr. Crawlsy followed my finger and his eyes lingered on that wand for some time with pinched brows. “It seems that one is eager to meet you,” he pointed out. He went to touch it, but before he could even get close to him, it zapped his outstretched fingers, making us all jump back in shock.

We used all the napkins at our table with how messy Violet was getting ketchup all over her face. Then if that wasn’t enough before we left, Hibiki got the four of us all milkshakes for the road. Though Violet didn’t get one of her own, she just begged sips for each of ours. I took chocolate, Ivy went with strawberry, and Hibiki picked vanilla. So Violet got to have a taste of all three. She was on a sugar high for the next two hours of the drive before she conked out in the backseat with her mother.

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be