Violet Evergarden English Novels & Stories

I order, I didn't create the AI to fill tubs for me, but I can use all the help I could have with Violet, I carried the naked sleeping baby to the warm bathroom, I tried to wake her up, not to startle her with the water. "Little girl, Violet, princess, it's bath time, can you wake up for me?" I say calmly into her ear, she mumbles a bit, opening her eyes slightly, she saw the bath being filled and her body being placed down. She whined at how evil I am for giving her a bath, but it was being done, she kept her hold on me, refusing to let go of my neck first, but I convinced her into holding to my arm only. The bath ended soon, I petted her dry, dressing her in another diaper, and a footie on

a child voice said from the other end of the phone. "Soon, mummy has a lot to take care off," shock engulfed my body, I didn't realize when the vase fell from my hand, "Sweetie let me call you back, I think mummy has a guest," Violet said and ended the call while I on the other hand ran out of the room before she could see me. What is going on? Violet never had a tattoo, she never had a child, she never had half ears, I stayed with her since we got into the university then what is going on?

It’d seem that the woman was also confused, but she smiled, nonetheless. “Hello. I’m Violet. This is my mate, Enzo, his brother, Niccolò, and his mate, Lilac. Oh! Can’t forget the most important one…” Violet skipped back over to her mate and snatched the little one from him, bringing her back over. “This is our daughter, Ava. Princess. Diva. Warrior-at-heart.” “Hello, Miss Ava,” I told the toddler. She greeted me, offering up a bright, dimpled smile. Then she reached out to me, fully equipped with a convincing set of puppy dog eyes.

She stopped to take a breath, but decided against continuing when she saw the half-amused, half-alarmed look in the girl’s eyes. “…That’s…very nice,” said Violetta. “But, um…Listen.” She reached forward and patted Anzi on the shoulder. The gesture was so unexpected and foreign that she didn’t think to step away and dodge it. “So, I know you’re a soldier. They told me about that. But this isn’t…fighting, you know? It’s not war. It’s like fishing, you have to relax and flow with the current, or else you’ll be fighting the tide all day and no fish will bite.”

there was a sick pride rising in her heart. She smiled widely. Marchel looked at her deeply. His hand slipped from her arm. Seeing the twinkle in Isabelle's eyes he nodded faintly ***** Apple tree in a quiet corner of the garden. Violet found it. The air there smelled sweet and fresh from the green apples. The area was not far from the Manor and was still within the gate. Whoever gave her the letter was definitely not an outsider since he or her had access to the heavily guarded entrance here. "Come out" Violet shouted. "I have read your letter"

Instead, I clung to Violet, spending hours in her company, soaking up her laughter and warmth as we tried to forget the chaos around us. “Let’s go for a walk in the gardens,” Violet suggested one afternoon, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I need some fresh air.” I nodded, grateful for the distraction. As we walked, the vibrant flowers surrounded us, their colors a stark contrast to my muddled emotions. “It’s beautiful out here,” I said, trying to focus on the scenery rather than the weight of my thoughts. “Yeah, it really is,” Violet replied, her smile wide. “And look! There’s Casper!”

A Moment of Lost Innocence In Violet's memory, the sun-drenched garden blossomed, a vivid tapestry of colour and fragrance that stood in sharp contrast to the gloomy, oppressive reality that now surrounded her. It was a haven of warmth and laughter, where the sweet scent of roses ascended the worn stone walls and the soft buzz of bees filled the air. With her hair in a cascade of dark curls, young Violet joyfully chased butterflies while her laughter reverberated throughout the peaceful room.

“I just… do.” Violet lifts her head proudly. ‘Your mother walked these paths. So will you.’ Elyra hesitates, then nods. “You lead. We follow.” We step into the garden. The thorns shiver as we pass. The vines strain toward us like starving things. The whole garden feels alive, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. We move slowly. Quietly and carefully. We don’t brush the leaves or scrape the bark. My muscles are so tight that they ache.

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"