Violet Novels & Stories

All her clothes were from luxury brands and looked expensive. Violet suddenly looked toward Daisie, removed her sunglasses, and smiled, “Daisie honey, is that you?” Daisie was lost. “Do… you know me?” Waylon looked at her and thought that she looked familiar. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.” Violet stood in front of them and held out a hand, “I’m Zephir’s cousin. I’ve seen you before.” “You’re Zeph’s cousin?” She didn’t remember him mentioning her.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

She looks up and me and smiles. "Violets are one of the first flowers of spring and a symbol of faithful love. Purple violets are for new love. Doesn't your new love deserve some?" She picks up a bundle tied with a white ribbon. I don't tell her no, I don't say a word for a moment, just give her a dollar and turn and walk away. I stop and turn back to her, "Thank you." And keep walking just looking at the little bundle of purple flowers.

Violet looks at them, then looks the other way. "I've already said what you ought to hear, Kaleb," Violet said. Khali looked at Violet. Her ear turned red, and her forehead was wrinkled. There seems to be an issue with both. She smiled. Violet is beautiful, her hair is a little bizarre, but overall she is gorgeous. Violet had narrow eyes; besides her little eyes, Chan is her family name. Violet's body is beautiful, better than hers because she's got big boobs. "Are you drunk, Kaleb?" Yachne chuckled.

Her hair is so pale it is nearly white, falling in long waves down her back like strands of moonlight. When she lifts her head slightly I see her eyes. Violet. A deep, luminous shade unlike anything I have ever seen. She has not noticed me yet. I remain still, watching quietly as she works. The moment her scent reaches me everything inside my chest ignites. It is not subtle. Not gentle. The mate call slams through me with the force of a thunderclap. My dragon roars awake inside my mind. Mine. The certainty is immediate and absolute. The woman by the river straightens suddenly.

The air in the Basin was humid, smelling of damp earth and predators. Ivy arrived early with Noah. It was April, the moon was transitioning, and the heat was rising. She wore a slim yellow dress that caught the dappled sunlight, her dark hair falling to her waist like silk. She didn't need jewels. She stood there, and the other she-wolves simply faded. “Look at her,” someone hissed from the Copywriting pack. “Fallen socialite or not, she’s still a Mercer. She thinks she’s too good for the dirt.”

I tried to decline but she insisted as she always does. Grabbing a couple of essential oils from one of the many bamboo shelves, I unscrewed the top of one and the recognizable coconut vanilla scent quickly fills the surrounding air. Pouring a few drops into the tub as the water fills halfway, I decided that it's enough and leave the rose oil to use as a perfume later. After sticking my hand into the water to check ifit's warm enough, I turn the faucet off and step into the spacious tub, one leg after the other, before lowering myself down.

He pushed it open. Violet was not at her desk. She was perched on the edge of it, one leg crossed over the other, the tight black dress riding high on her thigh. She had poured two glasses of amber liquid from a bottle of whiskey he recognized as expensive. The harsh overhead light was off; the only illumination came from a green-shaded desk lamp, casting the room in deep shadows and pools of warm light. It softened her edges, but did nothing to dim the intensity in her eyes. “Close the door,” she said, her voice a low, smooth command.

Vincent's voice cut Violet's thought short and dragged her out of her reverie. "Huh...?" She shifted her attention to him. When she saw his confused face, she smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah! My name is Violet Rhodes. The CEO of SHAVIO AUTOS AND ELECTRICALS," she removed her business card from her purse and handed it over to him. He also did the same thing.

I almost mirrored him until Ivy lifted her head. I exhaled sharply, grounding myself before I turned toward Ivy. She still hadn’t moved. She stood in the echo of the altar, arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted downward. But her body vibrated with tension. “Ivy,” I said softly. That broke her. Her head snapped up, eyes locking with mine, and for a heartbeat, just one flicker in the wavering light, I saw it. Violet. Not her usual warm brown or the wolf’s amber. But violet fire, glowing from deep within her irises before fading back into mortal color.