Violet Bridgerton Book Novels & Stories

If she could sustain herself with reading then she would. Niccolò threw his arm over my shoulder and offered me one of the cookies on his plate as a promise to keep his teasing to a minimum. I accepted it with a nod. Violet was so lost in her own little world that she didn’t even notice us coming into the library. I recognized the cover of her book and couldn’t help but smirk. ‘Her Cold-Hearted Alpha’ by Moonlight Muse.

I glare at Melinda as my eyes meet with her's, her hand hangs in the air, and she looks shocked and terrified like I've seen her In the worst position she'll want me to see her, and thank Goodness Violet isn't hurt yet. She gives me a pretentious smile, uncurling her fisted hands up in the air and gradually bringing them down to her sides, “Vincenzo…..” she says with another smile trying to deceive me but I know better now I've seen the devil that lives beneath that facade she carries her feigning innocence, I can tell she's cooking up a lie in her head, Violet doesn't say anything, “What are ... .you doing here?” She stutters with a nervous chuckle, the shock and fear in her voice are evide

After being told I was to marry a stranger, I tried to find some clues about the person I was to wed through the loving words that her mother had written about her. How the book got inside the very library we're in, I have no idea, but I do know that the sentiment expressed within those pages may bring comfort to the woman in front of me. “I was going to give it to you on the day of our wedding,” I quietly say as she gazes over the yellowed pages. “But as you well know, that day didn't really go as planned.” Violet eventually shut the book and held it to her chest. Soon after, uncontrollable sobs escaped from her scrunched up face and the silence of the library was filled with the sound of s

The room seemed to hold its breath as if preserving the preciousness of this quiet and intimate moment. Claire's mind was racing. She observed the Duchess some more, and memories of their shared journey flooded her head. She recalled the day they first met when she was brought into Avebury Castle. She remembered clearly what a regal and confident woman Violet Wintour was. She was cold and stern like a Greek goddess ready for war. It was totally different from the person lying on top of her now. Violet looked like a feline companion, who had been all curling up against Claire during the night. She could feel her warm breaths against her neck, her heartbeat, and her tender breasts beneath the

His small body curled softly against me, warm and trusting, and I pressed my cheek lightly to the top of his head. Across the courtyard, Violet abandoned her conversation and made her way to the trays again. Her steps lost their earlier confidence. She looked over each bottle, her breath growing uneven as she searched for the one she had planted. She found it in the wrong position and froze. She whispered something under her breath, then lifted it too quickly, like she expected it to disappear from her hand.

She figured that if she wore it, she'd impress everyone at the engagement party. - With just a few days left until the engagement, Violet realized she hadn't informed Astrid and Patrick about the news. So, she made her way to Wickham's residence. "Vivi." Patrick's face brightened up with delight as Violet entered the living room. "You've come to visit me." Belle sat on the sofa. She made a few gestures at Violet but didn’t say anything. Violet announced, "Dad, I'm getting engaged. I wanted to tell you beforehand. You must come."

" It's hard to ignore your footsteps going back and forth" I laugh nervously "Oh, really" I awkwardly sit in the bed, Violet had on a short red lacy night dress, it had tin hands and a V-neck, showing half of her breast, is she maybe trying to seduce me? How could she wear something this sexy? Memories of me with my face on Violet's breast flood my brain, kissing and touching them, Violet moaning, I suddenly hear my voice say 'Like music to my ears, I've always wanted to hear that from you". I gasped as I fall to the ground

He looked down at the woman like she were the sun that crossed the horizon, painting his world with color. For some reason, I felt like I could relate to that. Violet’s blush worsened, and I realized why when she flipped the book over, hiding the cover. “It’s a…love story. The couple on the front are from families that hate each other.” She was so bashful, fidgeting with her hair as she spoke, that I had to know more. Not wanting to overwhelm her further, I opted for the armchair instead of her bed. “Read it to me.”

Violet must have seen the flicker of hesitation in my expression, because her smirk widened ever so slightly. "Oh, Reigna," she sighed, as if she truly pitied me. "I know how overwhelming it is, being with someone like Carlisle. It’s intoxicating at first, but eventually, you realize you’re just another piece in his well-crafted life. And when that happens… well, I suppose I don’t have to tell you how quickly he lets go." I clenched my teeth, refusing to let her words sink in. Violet took another slow sip of her champagne, tilting her head as if studying me. Then, just before she turned away, she casually murmured, “Oh. Before I forget… tell your sister I said hello.”

I am Aria Vitale. I am the director of the Vitale Foundation and a member of the operational board and the woman who tends the garden called Tuesday and the mother of a girl who is going to know from the earliest age that the world is full of things worth building if you are willing to be patient with them. I did not choose the beginning of this story. I chose everything after it. I would choose it all again. Every chapter. The difficult ones too. Especially those. End of The Vitale Bride