Violet Bridgerton Book Novels & Stories

I turned, trying to see what had caught his attention. Violet was making her way towards me. She was putting on a black and white dress that stopped just above her knees. It hugged all her curves. Her flawless hair was tied at the top of her head in a ponytail that swished with each step she took. “Your food, Alpha,” she said, and curtsied as she placed the food in front of me. “You were the one cooking?” I asked, staring at the hot, delicious-looking food that she had placed in front of me.

Margaret said as she kept her gaze on Lucian. “Yes, you are right. He is a righteous king,” Violet said. Now she knows the reason why his people like him so much. Margaret immediately turned to Violet. She just realized that she hadn't introduced herself to her. “I'm so sorry. I'm Margaret. Nice to meet you,” she said and held out her hand. Violet lowered the cloak from her head and shook her hand. “I'm Violet. Nice to meet you too.” “Oh, my! You are so beautiful like a princess,” Margaret paused thoughtfully, “Are you a princess?”

Now her sense of smell is very sharp, inhaling the aroma of very fragrant cooking, so she can't hold back her hunger anymore. When she wanted to sit on the dining chair, Violet's eyes focused on the charm of Alfred who was cooking breakfast, so that her heart was now more flowery and floating. While Charlotte could only shake her head looking at her friend's strange behavior in the morning. "Looks like you're the only one on your mind," Charlotte teased. “Aish, lower your voice! What if he hears you just now?" whispered Violet, blushing. "What are the women talking about?"

Violet My heart started to hammer. “I don’t want whatever game this is,” I said. “I’m leaving Ironcrest after the wedding. In fact, I never wanted to come here. I planned to leave today as well.” “Did you now?” she murmured. Her eyes glinted with that sharp tone of judgment. “You’ve already stayed longer than you intended. You’ve already touched things you shouldn’t have. Formed attachments you don’t want to admit to yourself.”

Violetta was still upset over Theodore's cold attitude towards her and Evelyn's reaction after she broke the news of the marriage. Nonetheless, she agreed not to let it all weigh her down. She woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. Even though they had not set a date, Violetta had no intention of waiting around for Damien to decide everything. By ten that morning, she was inside a bridal boutique. She had already tried on three dresses and rejected two. The third one made her admire herself a lot in front of the mirror.

Violet crossed her arms, looking coldly at the man in front of her. Violet is a young girl, she married Dominic when she was nineteen, gave birth to a child at twenty and she is twenty-two years old now. At this age, a lot of girls are blinded by money and benefits, and Violet has been exposed to so much that she is not so easily fooled. That man listened to Violet's words and fell silent, he said a lot of benefits to attract Violet but all failed. Violet didn't want to waste time with such pitiful company so she refused.

CHAPTER 4 The dining room was filled with shocked expressions. "Violet, what did you just say?" Selena, Violet's mother, asked, still in disbelief. "Mom," Violet replied, forcing a smile. "I said, meet my husband." She held up her ring finger to display the ring Alex had just given her before they walked into the dining room. Her grandfather stared blankly, while Lucas and his wife exchanged disbelieving glances. Violet nudged Alex forward as they reached the table, then turned to her grandfather. "Grandpa, meet Alex Vanguard, my husband."

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

I smiled, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. The dress was beautiful. A custom design from a Parisian atelier, flown in just for me. Layers of delicate lace and silk hugged my body like a second skin, the off-shoulder neckline revealing just enough to be elegant but bold. Tiny crystals had been hand-sewn across the bodice, catching the light with every move I made. If perfection could be stitched together, it would look like this. But perfection had a strange way of feeling… empty. “Vanessa’s going to faint when she sees you walk down the aisle,” Avery said from the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine she wasn’t even pretending to care about. “Bet she’ll ‘accidentally’ wear white to tr