Violet Moreau Feet Novels & Stories

Violet ignored her and continued to put on her camisole, then her dress. "You're not rested enough. Stay." I said gruffly, staying her hands from further activity. She however shook my hands off as she continued with what she was doing as though I hadn't said a word. On her way out of my bed chamber, Mira latched on her ankle. " You won't get away with this one." She bits out, eyes fuming. Violet said the most incredulous thing ever. "Then, watch me." She piped as she stepped over Mira's hand and walked confidently out of my bed chambers.

I could see her doing that, too. My eyes found her right away as the group of cast members came out of the house, trailing after Laura. Angel was wearing a white t-shirt and jean shorts, and cute little tennie shoes. She looked like she was going on a hike. The other two women had on heels, actual heels. I know for a fact eighty percent of Violet’s items were in the woods, so I was curious to see how’d she traverse in those six inch stilettos she chose to wear.

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

That was one of the most insane ideas she had ever heard. When Morgana was in front of her, Violet stared into her eyes, and only then she realized the purple iris was really bright, like it was shining. "Let's see how long you can take it." Morgana said and waved her hand, and Violet felt her body whirr and bump against the table. The vases and books above it fell on the floor. A few candles were blown out when Violet flew above them. "Are you really going to mess all your office just to provoke me?" Violet said with a teasing smile.

Violet steps back, my eyes follow. “Now get down on your knees,” she drawls. I pause, looking at her face for a second. Does she want me to beg her on my knees? I’ll gladly do that. I drag my body from the bed and fall to my knees on the floor, my back ghosting the bedframe. Violet smiles. She drags up her dress, hooks her thumbs on the inside waist, and pulls off her white lace panties. I shudder, my throat tightening as my eyes move up to meet hers.

Violet slowly said through gritted teeth, and she placed her hands on Anita's feet that was pressing her chest, wanting to push it away. But Anita was stronger than her and fiercer! Her expression darkened, and she twisted her feet, that was on Violet's chest, pressing it harder! " Pertinacious bitch!" Violet shrieked and growled! She shut her eyes out of immense pain shooting her body, but she subtly took out her hidden jackpot..... Her breathing turned heavy, and she felt like she was going to pass out any moment from now on . ...... Quickly, she placed the leaf of Anita's leg and rubbed it on it, allowing some of the particles to be absorbed by Anita's feet.

Violet’s face twitched. She made a futile grab for the phone. The girl zoomed in obediently. Her eyes went wide. ‘There’s an M,’ she blurted. ‘Tiny, but it’s there!’ A ripple went through the crowd. ‘That’s the designer’s signature, right? The M?’ someone whispered, loud enough to be not-whispering. ‘It says M. Bloody hell, it really is Mirabelle’s design!’ Violet’s face went from ghost-pale to lobster-red in two seconds flat. She snatched her phone back and mashed the power button like she was trying to murder it.

Tonight, I had to remind myself—and the rest of the world—what we were. Nothing. The first wave of guests approached, exchanging pleasantries. I answered with the same calculated charm I always did. Reigna remained by my side, poised but tense, her fingers clutching the strap of her purse. “Carlisle Amoroso,” a familiar voice cooed, and I already knew who it was before I turned. Violet. She was draped in a deep burgundy gown, her blonde hair falling in soft waves, and the way she carried herself was as effortless as ever. Her gaze flickered briefly to Reigna before she gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Mama is tired, you'll have to wash them.” She reached for the little girl and I held her back. “Let her.” My eyes remained on the sweet soul that beckoned to me. “I've got machines and staff paid heavily for that.” As if knowing she was victorious, Violet permed her hair and grinned. She crawled further and pinched my calf. Shit!!! Her tiny fingernails did more damage than a witch's claws. She winked and giggled. When she faced the sun, still smiling, the rays bathed her skin. Something tiny and sharp in her mouth caught my attention.

More like scraps of leather held together by hope. My fingers had turned pale, then purple. I was cold. Filthy. Alone. And then I heard it—footsteps crunching across the snow. I flinched, ready to run or bite. But it wasn’t a matron. Not another beggar. Violet looked like winter royalty in a hand-me-down coat—still threadbare, but clean. Her cheeks were flushed with health, not frost. A soft scarf was wrapped neatly around