Violet Moreau Feet Novels & Stories

“I want answers. Now! What the hell does that bastard think he’s insinuating?” Just seconds later, I heard the sound of heels echoing across the marble hallway. Violet walked in with her usual upright and confident posture, as if nothing in the world could shake her. She wore an elegant cream-colored dress that hugged her figure, her makeup was flawless, and her hair was meticulously styled in a high updo. It was hard to believe she had just given birth — she looked ready for a photoshoot.

I just hope the outcome would be good. I stood and waited on the landing outside her room, Devin in my arms. The little devil is beginning to doze in my arms. Shame he didn’t choose to sleep at night! Before I know it, Violet is stepping from her room. Her long flame red, auburn hair, pulled back into a high pony tail, showing off her beautifully pale skin as well as the delicate features of her face. This girl has cheekbones you could slice cheese on! Not jealous at all! She was dressed in a simple pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top, paired with some chunky black boots. I will make sure my feet stay away from hers today or I will end up with some broken toes!

Violet scrutinize her appearance once more in the mirror. She didn't even recognize hetself. Her hair looks silky was partly styled loosely and adorned with sparkling amethyste trimmings. Her lips moist and pink. Her skin looks luminous under the light. The maid squirted a strong floral scented perfume on her neck and her hair before leaving the room. She slightly covered her bare arm uncomfortably. Maxon gave her a sleeveless dark purple dress. This leaves the skin on her shoulder and arms exposed.

Viola Point of View "we accept the love we think we deserve" I nod at him, feeling relievd by his kindness, so I sit, which is when I see it - my scar. It is long, fills an entire side of my wrist, this makes me freeze, knowing it is out in the open for everyone to see, to see my ugliness. I am about to leave when he comes with a smile, placing everything before me. "This is Beans on Toast, Pot Noodles, Bourbon Biscuit and some Scotch Eggs." He says, and I give him a shaky smile, happy when he leaves.

Someone was standing there, backlit by those stupid neon lights Marcus had put up outside. Violet. She walked in with her shoulders back and her chin up, that bright blue hair of hers impossible to miss. She was carrying something, a vial that glowed with this weird light, the liquid inside it moving like it was alive. "Wait," she said again, louder this time. "I have proof.”

Goddess… My mind blanked when Violet walked into the room after getting ready for dinner. She was wearing a beautiful spaghetti strap high low dress that stopped right above her knees. It was white with a black lace overlay. There was a black corset band around her waist, which accentuated her bust. Heels made her legs look like they went on for miles. Her hair was in a half up half down style. There was a bump that provided even more volume to her naturally voluminous hair. Then minimal makeup rounded it all off and gave her a fresh look.

And tonight, I wore it like armor. My gown, pure white silk, hug me like it knew all my secrets. Off shoulder, Sweetheart neckline, with pleats that dance along my breasts and hips, seductive without apology. The fabric slid down my legs, before parting at the thigh in a slit. I do not feel like the wife of a mafia don, I feel like Violet, Powerful, rich and sophisticated Violet. I slip my feet into sharp burgundy Saint Laurent stilettos, daggers disguise as shoes. The beading sparkle like wicked intentions. With each step, the heels could carve the world open.

“Seems impractical.” Violet hummed reaching for her waist and unclipped the fastening of her skirt. Violet unwrapped it, revealing the sleek romper of a different fabric. Seraphine wolf whistled at her, earning a peel of laughter from the lunas seated in the stands. The young girl giggled. Violet rolled her eyes, taking a bow as she handed off her skit to one of the attendants and braced her foot against the railing, adjusting her shoes. They morphed into flat boots that were probably reinforced like my dress shoes were. They came up to her knees and looked armored.

They set out in their real forms, as bats and flew away. Violet had a great time studying the house, she knew she had a long way to go but it didn’t matter, as long as she was getting herself busy. She found out that each member of this house has a particular lane for himself and the lane had a design of their choice. It was unimaginably real, A house as big as this one, with over 15 chambers that she has noted. How many more was she yet to see? Violet kept walking till she met Kimora. She still had no idea of who Kimora was. But she was told yesterday night, how could she have forgotten?

Violet said as she's trying to push me out from her changing room. "No baby.. I'm staying here.. No." "She won't go anywhere." Blake pulled me out and I sighed. "I hate you, Austin Portwalt!" Violet hissed before Jean closed the door. "See.. See that behavior! If she runs away.. I'm going to kill you!" I hissed at Blake and he laughed. "She won't run away.. If she does.. You can make another wedd-" I turned to Blake and glared big time. He gestured to me to get into my changing room. I walked in and turned on my laptop to activate the CCTV in Violet's changing room.