Violet Bridgerton Book Novels & Stories

Seeing the situation turning against her, Violet immediately began shouting, "Grandpa, there must be a mistake! Nathan and I have long been in love and have pledged ourselves to each other! Grandpa, are you really going to watch Nathan abandon me after leading me on?" Violet clung to this last lifeline, shouting desperately. The guests stared in shock, and Sophia frowned with displeasure upon hearing it. I calmly stepped forward. "Mr. Sterling Senior, I don't know why Violet would say such things. I've always regarded her as a sister, never overstepping boundaries or harboring any other thoughts. The person she refers to as her true love might be my cousin, Sebastian."

"I'm not lonely at all. You're just bored, aren't you? Why don't you go play with Rod?" "I'm not going to him. He's all high and mighty now ever since becoming a drill instructor for the household soldiers. He walks around like a peacock," Violet said, lying on the bed with her chin propped up on her hands. "And I'm not bored or lonely. I just wanted to chat with you. In a couple of days, we'll have something fun to watch—Serena's going to be taken into the Marquis of Ironridge's family as a concubine."

Her eyes gleam and her voice is taunting as she asks, “Won’t you welcome the new Madam of the house properly, Sophia?” At first, I think it’s a joke. I chuckle because Violet’s always joking with me. I’ve known her for more than eight years now, she makes untimely jokes like this sometimes, Yet the more I stare, the more something seems to click in my head. Violet raises her hand to curl a strand of her hair around it and I see why the gold bracelet looked so familiar on the TV now. It’s because……. it’s hers. Violet’s the one sleeping with Ulric.

Violet Something terrible is going to happen today. I don’t know why I feel like that as I carefully walk down the stairs with my blonde hair flowing behind me. My long white dress is soft like silk and hugs my porcelain skin in all the right places. Everyone’s eyes are on me—the Alpha king’s daughter—as I approach the bottom floor where the mating ball is waiting for me.

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

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

Gripping my fists I wanted to punch her for accentuating my lack of intelligence. "I'm not stupid, I have read everything that Justin had in his rooms at the palace and understood it all!" Violet's eyes glanced around the shelves of books in the large office room we sat in. "You haven't read all of these," she grinned. My mouth fell open as I scanned all of the shelves and thousands of books and manuscripts on each shelf. They reached the ceiling of the tall room and I swallowed uncomfortably. It would have taken a very long time to read each one I surmised.

Osmund patted Violet's head. Violet kissed him on the lips, and she pinned him down on the bed. Violet's eyes were focused and a little crazy. She loved him more than life, but she knew Osmund's heart also treasured another woman. Violet is not jealous, she finds herself pitiful, but Violet thinks she will spend time making this man fall madly in love with her. He will just look at her.

After getting a befitting dress, we left the dressing room to the balcony where I came to learn of the Violet I recently encountered. Everything Lizzy and Estella told me had just sounded like a surprise bomb. It was Lizzy doing most of the talking as Estella backed her up. She sounded like the informative type so it was very nice to have her around. My eyelids didn't shut once due to the intensity of the new information that just came to my understanding. From what Estella and Lizzy told me on the balcony, Violet was another royal blood but was the wife of Darius. I shrugged with intimidation written all over my body wishing I had never had that particular kind of encounter with Violet. Ana

“She is Alex’s daughter. End of fucking story.” It could never, ever happen again. I had to forget. Erase every second of what happened between us. A subtle movement near the entrance caught my attention. I looked up fully, and the moment my eyes landed on her, my breath stalled in my throat. Violet walked in wearing a short black dress that hugged hugged every curve. It clung to her full breasts and flared just enough to show off her long, smooth legs. It was modest enough for a business meeting but short enough to remind me of what lay underneath.