Novelas y relatos de Violet

As if he would ever give any kind of serious thought to any one human for any other reason than sustenance he required from them. "I want to play beer pong, let's go take a number Suze!" Violet was ready to party in every sense of the word and beer pong was one of her favorite ways to get down. She dragged Suzie along towards the keg for a third refill, Suzie was busy searching for Darren, though she would never admit how much she really liked him, or the fact that she put on those stilettos cause she knew he loved them on her. Violet knew just how much he really meant to her though, what kind of friend would she be if she di

She grabs Tricia's hair, but it falls off, revealing a bright violet hair, and this time she snaps her eyes open, causing my mouth to hang open. Violet dragon eyes.

Violet, the shade associated with Royal bloodline power, grew in an organized pattern that suggested their arrangement had not been entirely random. Avery insisted she had not arranged them. Kenzie believed her. Avery's relationship with the truth was one of the things Kenzie found most reliable about her three-year-old sister. She also suspected the flowers had been influenced by a power beyond Avery's conscious intention. At three years old, Avery's Royal markers had already demonstrated an ability to operate beneath conscious direction. "Landon," Kenzie said to her brother. "Do not eat the violet flowers." Landon, three years

“You know what? Forget about the girls here. If Willow gets back and sees that you called in a full squad, she’s going to lose her shit.” Oh, it’ll definitely be mutual. I have a mind to put a handcuff on her and have her tethered to me. “Hello? Can you hear me?!” Violet steps in front of me, getting right in my face. No one ever dares to get that close to me. But she does. She’s tall for a girl and her eyes are a pitch black color, like a moonless night sky. Is that vanilla perfume she’s wearing? “Get out of my way.” I furrow my brows at her. “Don’t let me make you.”

Viola stood in front of the small bathroom mirror, her freezing fingers fumbling with the high buttons of her full-length dress. The thick, dark fabric covered her entirely from her collarbone down to her ankles. She splashed cold water on her pale face and looked up. Her gaze caught on her own reflection. Violet eyes. The unnatural, strange color that made people stare, the reason her own sister called her a freak. She hated them. She quickly looked down, grabbing her hairbrush.

Not Aurora, someone far, far worse. Violet emerges from behind the plants and walks up to the counter. She blows out a bubble from her pink bubblegum, letting it pop right in front of Ivan's face. His jaw clenches but only a fool would call out Violet. "What do we have here?" she muses, eyeing the two of us as if she didn't just overhear everything being said. Her aura isn't as potent as Aurora's, her mates' or Logan's for that matter but it doesn't stop either of us from bending our necks towards her under her scrutinizing gaze.

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Azriel said, repeating Sienna's line. "Alright," Sean said, before pushing to his feet. He left to set that one crow free. ......... Violet smiled at the tiny leaf she had managed to carve into the wall with a small rock. People usually loved flowers, but she had a weird fascination with leaves. No matter the color— green, yellow, red, or even brown, they always caught her attention. She loved their quiet strength, the way they rustle at the slightest touch of wind, and, of course, their aesthetic beauty.

was a word far fetched from how I was feeling. Her hair clung to her neck, dripping wet, and a towel barely covering her curves wrapped around her breast. Her figure was so obvious. Fucking tempting. My jaw slackened, and my eyes traced every drop of water that glistened on her skin. Violet! Was this a dream? The red hair, those thighs. My gaze flickered to her face. Hazel green eyes peered into mine. I could swear that every damn feature of hers spoke Violet aside from her eyes. They were the only thing that spelled Sophia Crane.