Violet Is Nowhere Novels & Stories

said Val opening her room's door. "Didn't you see their music videos? Just by hearing them, their music you can get poisoned Valerie. Just try to be normal and enjoy your life." said Phoebe standing before Val’s room, stopping her from closing the door. "I am normal, and I am enjoying my life as hell so don't worry about me." said Val a little frustratingly, facing Phoebe.

I thought I'd outgrown it, thought I'd forgetten it, until now, with the walls feeling smaller, closing in, and with me trying to stop it. The house is on fire, and I am burning. I close my eyes and they feel wet, so I take in a shaky breathe and will myself to be strong. Faraway, I hear my phone ring and I stiffen, fear clawing at my thoat and ribs. I scarmble in the dark, trying to get to my phone in the chaos. "Viola." I hear and realize I'd press the answer button without knowing, his voice makes me whimper. "Violet." There's an urgency in it now, and I cover my mouth, to stifle the sob tearing through me, but it burst out like a dam.

Blue for students, green for faculty, violet for magical constructs. And there, just beyond the scrying history terminal, red. A single strand. Faint. Almost translucent. But there. Red meant cloaking. Someone had masked their signature while moving through a monitored zone. Not erased it, that was harder, nearly impossible without consequence, but distorted it enough to avoid standard detection. A cloaked visitor in the upper archive wasn’t necessarily criminal. But cloaked and unlogged? That was something else entirely. I followed the red strand as it snaked between the west stacks, circled the north wing, then doubled back, an irregular pattern, like someone scouting rather than searching

Once she arrived in the room, George was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging, Violet headed to her closet and changed into a pair of black leggings and a pink sports tank. She slipped on her white sneakers and gathered her brown hair into a ponytail behind the center of her skull. Violet secured her smart watch around her left wrist, picked up her wireless earbuds and tucked her phone into one of her legging pockets. Through all this, George was still missing in action. Violet turned off her bedroom light and followed the hallway to the front of her home, and that's when the vampire re-emerged. George stood with his back against the door, blocking Violet's path.

Seeing the questioning look in his face, Leila understood what he was thinking and holding his hand said, ,”I know what are you thinking and I want you to carefully listen to what I say”, Leila took a deep breath as she said,” I am currently the leader of the organization and we believe that the president is compromised and there may be a possible mole in our organization, of which I can't give further details and I know that you are a good gamer? "How is that related to the security of the country?', Max asked confused, as he felt he was getting into something he shouldn't... Leila looked seriously at Max, Do you know the game "Virtual Dream"? Yes...Max started feeling uncomfortable as his

Hiding behind nobility when really I was just a coward. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of becoming something else. Afraid of— “Enzo Santini. As I live and breathe.” I looked up. Violet. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, barely dressed in her costume. Red lace that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Violet.” I didn’t move. Just watched her with detached interest. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Just sank onto the couch beside me. Close. Too close.

I call out again, maybe she's just hiding, she's in the tower, but she could be anywhere in the tower. "Hayden, where's Violet," I ask him when she doesn't answer me. "She's in Luca's apartment," Hayden answers me, I didn't know why she was down, but went down, she's welcome in both my place and his place. "Hey, Luca is Violet here?" I ask my friend walking into his place, I saw two very upset littles and a very unhappy uncle Luca. "They are both here, watching a horror movie, I'm going to drive Izabella back home, you take care of red," he says pointing to how red my baby face is.

She looked at Naomi, her eyes filled with hope as she waited for Naomi to agree with her, but Violet was brought in, her eyes wide with fear. "Hey, Violet." Naomi smugly said. Behind me, Aubrey whispered to Hazel, "Do you know Hey Violet is the name of a human music band?" I rolled my eyes at her childish antics before turning to face Violet, ready to deliver my justice. Violet looked shocked to see Naomi okay then relieved. "The antidote worked. So why am I here? You promised your word." I nodded, moving forward. "I did. But you didn't keep yours."

They nodded and focused on their meal. Violet walked to the living room, settled onto the sofa, and leaned back. She sighed deeply as she snatched her phone from the side and turned it on. Her expression shifted when she stared at her screen. Nothing… Not even a single notification. She had expected to see a text or missed call from Stewart, but there was nothing. Her face dropped, and she hissed. “He had better not bother texting me anymore.” At that exact beat, the door burst open without a knock, startling her so badly she nearly jumped off the couch.”

"Why does this feel so familiar? I have never been here! I don't know this planet! Where is it coming from?" She dove toward Earth and followed the familiar feeling. "Maybe an old friend of mine has landed here? I sure hope so!" She broke through the stratosphere. Violet tore her tattered sleeves away and slapped away fragments of the barrier covering Earth. "Bitchy cutie!" "We're gonna capture you and consume you for your golden orbs—and then some!" "You bastards!" Violet snarled as she continued her descent. Her energy was running low. She was hoping she could find somewhere to hide.