Violet Evergarden Fanfic Novels & Stories

"No risk, no reward." Violet grinned and climbed the short stairs. "I like this outfit, by the way," Eden said. Violet suddenly remembered what she was wearing. The silk slip, white and now damp from her journey through the maze, clung to her legs, her stomach, her breasts. She chuckled and faced him. "Consider this your gift for coming back to me." "How did you know what I wanted?" he replied with a grin, letting her pull him deeper into the abandoned room. "I read minds now," she teased, tugging at the hooks holding his cloak on his shoulders.

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."

Violet几个字没有吐出来，他这一定是做戏的吧，怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错，叫她为“Agatha”，所以就在平时也将她当Violet了。

“Hey. Sorry I had to leave in such a hurry. I had a family thing. I’m on my way back now. Any chance we can meet up at Starbucks?” “Sorry. I can’t. I’m at Gary’s.” Gary is her boyfriend. A nerd from engineering. Definitely one of the cutest couples on campus. “So… what was up with that stunt you pulled on the ice rink today?” I knew this was coming. I groan. “Ugh! I was jealous, okay? I saw that dick head making out with slutty Tessa and all I could think of was a surefire way to hurt me.” “Oh, he was hurt alright.” Violet chuckles. “It seemed like he was about to rip Aiden to shreds before Tessa showed up to drag him away.” She laughs harder. Her laugh’s infectious and she’s got me on it.

Their connection ran deep, their souls intertwined in a dance as old as time, exploring the depths of their desires with a profound understanding. Similarly, in the passionate embrace of Mateo, Violet discovered a flame that burned with an unyielding intensity. Their encounters were marked by a rawness that defied words, each touch, each kiss, a testament to the depth of their connection. Together, they sculpted their love into an immortal masterpiece, the canvas of their desires painted with strokes of rapture and tenderness.

I won’t ruin that. Lazily, I play with Logan’s red fiery curls. He is so much like Gabriel and Ethan with how he looks. A blend of them both. Violet picks one of the roses near where her head lays and begins pulling out the petals, mumbling to herself. “He loves me, he loves me not,” which I ignore because I am not delving into who my daughter has a crush on. Not right now, anyway. A shift in breeze catches my attention. Footsteps pound on the patio just behind us, and I can sense the way the guards move. They are on edge.

Violet, " He is so... adorable!" Erica whispered, her voice trembling as she held Cyrus on her lap. His tiny fingers clutched the fabric of her shirt, his eyes flickering between her and me. Every time his gaze landed on me, he tried to reach out with a subtle yet determined lean of his little body.

Neil shouts, "Fuck you! Get the fuck off me!" Neil struggles to get his hand free, but couldn't get it out. Ziv's expression is so light that he doesn't even seem to use much strength to control Neil. Ziv grunts lightly before letting Neil’s hand go. He says scornfully, "Violet is mine now." "Say that again, I will beat you up, you son of bitch." Neil raises his hand and is about to slam it on Ziv's face. "Watch out!" I yell. But suddenly, Neil's arms jerk twice and his legs go limp. He stumbles and falls to the ground.

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.”

I exhaled and closed my eyes as I inhaled, raising my height on tiptoe. "I don't care if you walk around with blue balls." I said as I raised my hand up to his waist, my fingertips brushing the length of his dick. "You don't?" His breath shook, then stopped as I wrapped my fingers around his thickness, amazing myself with the question "how did this fit inside me 6 years ago?" "I don't." I nodded and pumped my strokes as our lips met. "Oh, you're really, really bad at lying, Violet." He said and I bit his lower lip. This one I agreed to with a raspy breath. "I am."