Violet Evergarden Ever After Novels & Stories

B & E Ever After Copyright © 2019 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

Looking in the mirror I smirk seeing the mismatched earrings that Nova and I decided really worked well for me I think my look almost feels like a young Robert Plant was hanging out with Jack Sparrow and got some fashion tips from him, but the queer-ish pirate meets 70’s rock star vibe totally suits me. I grab my guitar and leather jacket and head out to pick Nova up. I am not surprised at how stunning Nova looks, they are always taking my breath away with their beauty and always coming up with incredible looks to wear. I am one fucking lucky guy to find someone as amazing as them. Their Abulita catches us as we are walking out the door and looks me up and down. “You better watch out, you ar

The gentle morning sun shone on Violet, who was standing in the back garden facing the roses in front of her with scissors in her hands. She stood like a statue. Her gaze was blank, with dark circles around her eyes. Her body was here, but she left her soul and mind in that beautiful lake.

I realized this early on; since that night, Erza's power had increased tremendously; if it was not related to Violet's medicine, it was hard to believe. Violet tried to crawl back over to Kent, and she ran her hand over Kent's eyes and lay on his chest, whispering his name. "Violet, do you ever regret Caser's death?" Erza asked bitterly. Violet's eyes froze, tears welled up, but she didn't answer; she just hugged Kent's body and died.

The hole collapsed in on itself and then there was a loud sonic boom as the force field around it collapsed. Even though the last of the souls left the shattered remains of the ruby the sky stayed lit as they continued onward to find their bodies. A smile played on my lips as I watched them dart around like kittens playing through the clouds tagging each other only to start over again before darting back to the ground again. "They are going back to their homes. Their bodies. You did it, Victoria. You save the world. Just like Avamarie said," Jenevive said proudly.

Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be!

"You must have waited a long time for me. Sorry, yes, you must be bored.” "Not bored at all, I'm just glad you hugged me suddenly like this." Just as Violet made her face glow and straightened all her equipment, Alfred gave her a quick peck on her soft cheek. "My violets always look bright in my eyes," Alfred said sweetly. "Looks like you're in a happy mood today, did something good happen to you?" Violet raised her head curiously. Alfred led Violet to a sofa, their eyes sparkling with each other. Alfred's fingers tucked Violet's long strands of hair behind his ears.

Beneath them, the violet lilies were blooming in a way that felt too perfect, too vibrant, as if the saturation of the world had been adjusted by an invisible hand. In the sky, the "User Profile" eye remained open, a massive, silver-white iris that held no clinical malice, but something far more invasive: affection. It wasn't a machine looking for a "Genesis" frequency anymore. It was a Presence that found their struggle "delightful."

But the moment he came home, he would lean close to me, whispering in my ear, as intimate as ever. Everyone said he loved me to the bone. He still seemed to love me deeply. Yet no matter how hard I tried, I could no longer touch his heart. Seeing that I said nothing, Jonathan affectionately pinched my cheek. "Don't want to go to Peach Blossom Park? Then we can go somewhere else." I gazed into his eyes and caught the faintest ripple. "Peach Blossom Park is fine." The day after tomorrow, I would be leaving. That park was where we had fallen in love. I hoped it could also become the place that held our final, beautiful memory.

Not Aurora, someone far, far worse. Violet emerges from behind the plants and walks up to the counter. She blows out a bubble from her pink bubblegum, letting it pop right in front of Ivan's face. His jaw clenches but only a fool would call out Violet. "What do we have here?" she muses, eyeing the two of us as if she didn't just overhear everything being said. Her aura isn't as potent as Aurora's, her mates' or Logan's for that matter but it doesn't stop either of us from bending our necks towards her under her scrutinizing gaze.