Violet Evergarden Pfp Novels & Stories

Coupled with Evely’s garish makeup, it was no wonder those kidnappers mistook her as Asura, the chaos-creating evil personified. She turned her face to the side as she studied her reflection. She had gained weight, yes, but they went to their proper places. She filled out well, and the jade like curvy body she had in her world had returned. The only differences remaining from her current body and her previous one were the color of her eyes and her hair that was now lighter violet in color. She appreciated the fading violet. She never knew that the violet dye would turn white when it was fading. It gave her hair an ombre look. Also…

Violet tilted her chin up, beaming as people gathered around her like she was royalty. ‘Some people,’ she drawled, flicking a look in my direction, ‘could design the Mona Lisa out of rhinestones and still die broke. They’ll never get a Laurent invite. It’s tragic, really.’ She even threw in a couple of pity clucks, like a gossiping aunt at a family reunion. Subtlety was not her strong suit. I didn’t even blink. Kept right on sketching. Then my phone dinged. Yvaine had sent a photo of a dress and a message:

"I don't like her one bit." "Hello, everyone! As Max introduced, my name is Violet. I am a person who loves to make friends if people don't mind coming and talking to me. Maybe I will stay here for a long time; if all goes well, maybe I will become a member of you, so please help." Violet's sweet voice rang out, and as soon as she finished speaking, she turned to Max and grinned. “Can I say that?” Max's face was expressionless; he darted past us and stopped at Evelyn. "Um."

The shade nearly matches my eyes, which I’m beginning to suspect was intentional. “I don’t know about this.” Crystal rolls her eyes. “Put on the dress.” Twenty minutes later, I stare at myself in the mirror. I barely recognize the girl looking back. My black hair falls in long curls down my back, the silver streak near the front standing out beneath the warm bedroom lights. I’ve kept my makeup soft, just enough to make my violet eyes look brighter, with a light peach gloss covering my lips. The lavender dress hugs my curves before falling loosely around my legs, and simple sandals complete the outfit. Crystal appears behind me in the mirror.

Violet walks in, pen and paper in her hands. "In my Psych class, apparently, I look familiar, we cleared it out though." I smile. "How was your test, Vee?" She looks up, "Cool.", and she looks down back, writing. "I told her my name is Guinevere, Gwen." I rush out. They all look up from their books, after a while, Danielle says "It is your name." She smiles. "Gwen." Violet grins, testing the name on her tongue. "We'll still call you Fiona though." Cara says.

"I heard she had her scent surgically enhanced. No one looks that pure naturally." The praise followed me like a wake. Every eye was on me, including Talia’s. Standing on the dais in her white lace gown, she looked like a common wolf trying to play queen. Her face twisted with a primal rage. Even on her blessing day, the "disgraced" Ivy Mercer was the only thing the pack could talk about.

Opening his eyes as eyes scan all over just to find no sign of anyone. "What? Who's there?" Koishi whimpered, looking down at himself, covering his bottom with one hand while the other covered his chest. Right then, just to see a body appearing sitting at the edge of the bathtub. Violet short hair with the silver color earring on one side of his ear, white eyes same as the plain skin making him seem like a ghost. Koishi could see through everything that was on the opposite side of him. Wearing nothing on top, showing off the blueish tattoo with the black border of a dragon under in the sky on his chest. This only made Koishi's eyes go wide in response, making him stand on his feet.

"Is she… your girlfriend?!" Logan was stunned. Violet's face flushed. "Um… Hello!" Violet greeted softly. Both of them seemed to look pretty normal. Cygnus had a bit of mystique energy, but he was clearly a beginner. Still, Violet would not dare to treat them as mortals. "You have such a sweet voice, dear!" Aqua pulled Violet by the hand and had her sit. She then glared at Logan. "What is with this outfit? Were you two at some sort of cosplay convention?"

Every cautious step she had taken, every question she had whispered, had been noted, recorded, and condemned. Vlad came to a halt in front of her, his towering body looming over her in a long, suffocating shadow. He held out his hand, and there, in his palm, on his scarred skin, lay what she feared. A half-burned picture. Violet recognized the image immediately, though it was faded, its edges curled and blackened by flame. It was an old photo of her and her father having a picnic in the expansive gardens in the summer. Her father, younger and more relaxed, his arm wrapped around her petite, radiant body, a sincere smile on his lips.

Violet sighed as she sat plainly before her mirror, watching as she was being transformed into a beautiful damsel. She was radiant, beauty radiated from her body. Her sweet fragrance filled the room as they applied more of the perfume and makeup on her. “Peach, I love that fragrance.” Her mom said ecstatically as she made her way into the dressing room. Violet’s eyes didn’t trail off the mirror and even when her mom came closer, she didn’t care to look at her mom that had walked inside her room, she was very much displeased. Her mom sighed because she knew why Violet’s face was like that.