Violet Gems Perfect Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I shake my head ' No'. " C'mon..who is her partner ?", Gabriel's friend Tessa asks, annoyed. " Uhm..her partner is actually.." " Gavin ! Your partner is Gavin ! ", Riley squeals cutting Violet off, causing Gavin to look at her surprised. Then she quickly grabs Gavin's hands and drags him away from us, before he can say anything. Grace quickly follows them behind. " Oh..yeah Gabriel, your partner is Gavin.", Violet laughs awkwardly. " You are okay with doing this ad with Gavin, right ?", she asks.

I flip it over and read the back again. Love you so much Mal! Violet xoxo Violet. With eyes a beautiful sky blue, teeth so perfectly straight, and hair a bright yet natural shade of golden blonde. She is beautiful. And she has her arm all around my mate. Am I feeling jealous of a girl in a photograph? Do I expect Malachi to have never had any relationships in the past before he met me?

Violet is beautiful and womanly, strong and agile; she is everything that I had wanted in a mate. She is mine now, I had claimed her as mine. Nothing else should matter. Nobody should, including the rogue Jenna. I lower my head and begin to kiss Violet's forehead and her soft tufts of hair. “You're very beautiful, you're everything that I had wanted in a mate. And now, I finally get to have you... I finally get to call you mine.” I slide my fingers over her forearms, fully aware of the goosebumps I leave in their wake.

She could barely keep her eyes open, but she insisted that we cuddle and talk after we had freshened up. "What are we?" She asked. "What do you want us to be?" There was a silent, only the sounds of the digital clock ticking lightly on her bedside drawer could be heard. "Alfred will be my boyfriend, a camouflage for whatever we have" she finally spoke, closing her eyes as if to avoid my reply. "He can't touch you..." "Shut up and sleep, my stress relief shouldn't stress me" "Okay. Happy birthday, by the way." Violet's POV

My breathing quickened. “Why are you doing this to me?!” I cried. He chuckled sweetly. “Isn’t it a husband’s job to make his wife feel good? I want to make love to my wife...” I turned to face him. His smile was soft and genuine—but it didn’t look like drunken babbling. If anything, he seemed more alert than before. “No, you don’t. You hate me. I’m Violet—the girl you despise.” He tilted his head. “I don’t hate you. You’re so beautiful... why would I hate you? Every time I see you, I want to touch you... kiss you… and—”

#Violet's POV # **_i put on my sneakers, stood up from the bed and glanced at myself in the mirror, I saw myself in a wine knee length off shoulder dress looking causal no matter how I tried to look formal, after all that was the theme of the party soon i gave up and took my diamond earrings and necklace and put them on, being a jewel lover i had quite a collection of jeweleries made from different kinds of Gems, After that I chose the most suitable hairstyle, curling my hair and letting it loose

“She’s my girlfriend. Would it be a problem for me to get her to have a drink with me as a boyfriend?” Kayson frowned while Talia said furiously, “He’s b*llsh*tt*ng! Violet has never agreed to be his girlfriend! It’s him who constantly bothers Violet!” The man smirked coldly. “That’s very bold of you to meddle with my affairs. Do you want me to make sure every one of you can’t even walk out of this bar on your feet?” Talia’s expression changed. “You’re the young heir of Emerald Jewelry… Judah…”

“But you're right, We can’t let them win.” I gave her a reassuring smile and nodded. “Now,” I said, trying to lighten the mood, “let’s see what you’ve got for me.” Violet’s face lit up as she unzipped the bag, revealing the stunning gown Dante had sent . It was stunning!. The fabric was rich and luxurious, flowing like liquid diamond as she pulled it out of the bag. “It’s so perfect,” I breathed, running my fingers over the soft fabric. Violet smiled. “Let’s get you ready.”

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r