Violet Bridgerton Book Novels & Stories

The lush copper curls fell down framing her face to look smaller than it already was. Violet's look was inviting, tempting me to get her on my bed and splash more marks all over her pale skin. Her lips looked plumper from the kiss. She bit it nervously under my scrutinizing gaze. "Stop staring at me like that. You are literally taking my clothes off with your eyes", she warned. My eyes trailed over to the window, Alia's figure had disappeared. A sly smirk appeared on my lips, causing Violet to frown. "Don't give me that face" she snorted and walked off, her curls bouncing as she walked.

It was as though he was trying to shut her out of his world. She was running mad. Violet successfully made the man she loved to hate her, and she wouldn't let that happen. She must stop it. She must claim her man back. She would do whatever it takes to get Stewart back. He belonged to her. He was hers to begin with. Violet was the pauper who appeared from nowhere and made him get married to her. "You just wait, Violet. Your downfall will come from me," she vowed, gulping another glass of wine. She had finished a bottle of wine and was already intoxicated. She slurred and staggered on the seat.

“It's creepy that you're staring at my man like that.” Violet blinked. She was also a bit doubtful. That guy could pass off as a handsome prince from a fairytale. He didn't look like a servant to her at all. “By the way, why's your perfume mixed with a cologne?” Freya sniffed her, giving her an inquisitive look. “Hey, Violet… Don't tell me you've been up to silly games with your ex-husband again.” Violet coughed. She covered her mouth and looked away. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Oh! Stop Izzy! Do stop! If you continue making me laugh we will have to remove my corset. I can’t catch my breath!” “Did you know, husband, that aquae vitae has many different names?” Izzy spun on her heel to face the door, alarmed to realize that she hadn’t noticed the large man open the door or enter the room, but there he was, standing with his hands loose at his side and an odd look on his face as he scanned the room. “Or that it is not nearly so hard to swallow if you warm it a wee bit and dissolve lots of honey in it?” “You’ve been experimenting I see.”

I smugly answer her. “Barely.” She complains as she sits up. “You could have at least brought coffee and a chocolate croissant.” I chuckle at her. “We can pick that up on the way back home.” “Nico, I’m not going back to your family’s residence. I don’t want to be your wife.” Violetta firmly states as she crosses her arms against her chest making her perfectly peachy breasts more prominent.

“How’s the business going?” Violet had told her sister about the business’s financial issues, although now she didn’t know how to tell her that Ash Younger was looking at her books without telling her sister about Ash in the first place. She’d neglected to tell Vera that she’d had a one-night stand with a younger man a month ago. Vera wasn’t a prude, but even she would be shocked that Violet had done something so out of character. “I actually found someone who would look over my books at no cost,” hedged Violet.

Violet sighed and said, "I promise aunt Ree" "Dangerous things are in these forests and I don't want you getting hurt okay?". "Okay" she sighed sadly. She took to the stairs quietly. "Why so sad? Already in love with the forest?" Aunt Ree joked as she stuffed her face with meatloaf. "Oh Maybe" Violet replied, giggling. Half an hour later, Violet sat on her bed, hair damp, fresh pjs and her laptop balanced on her lap. She read through her favourite werewolf novel of all time. She had read it only a couple of hundred times but couldn't get enough of it.

In the meantime, he wanted to know what Violet was doing here—and he didn't want to be rude by walking out on her. "She's a touchy one," Violet said, looking down and smiling at Caleb. Caleb was not amused, and did not smile back. "How did you find me here?" he asked. "And what are you doing here? Last I heard, you were living in Sweden." She smiled back. "That was five hundred years ago," she said. "People move around. London is my home now. It has been for the last 200 years.” "Did you follow me here?” Caleb asked. “Is there something you want from me?”

•This is a standalone book (Book 2 of Falling For the Blind Billionaire) The Billionaire Ex-Lover's Revenge By Edna Bruce (a.k.a Yourpsychodreams) Vincenzo Santoro: a poker face man who never listens or understands. He thinks and believes men fail because they listen to women. he believes women are always wrong with reasons like intimidation, fear, aggravation, and with a low point of view and ideas. He never hesitates for a minute before he leaves you startled by your word.

With a careful pat to her shoulder, I said, “I need to return this quickly. Chriselda must be heading to the room to search for it.” “Okay,” Eve agreed, stepping inside to change. I stood outside the door waiting while thinking about that gown on her. That dress… it was a gift to Violet from me. It was the first thing I ever gave to her when I realized my feelings for her Majesty, and she made it her favorite Royal attire. That’s why Charlotte got a trigger when she saw the gown. She recognized the purple dress Violet was mainly remembered in the most. That gave her quite a fright. As soon as Evolet came out and handed me the dress, I grabbed Trent’s phone and quickly dashed back to Violet’s