Romans & histoires Violet Parr

“I am Ruby, Ruby Clive. Magnolia and Rhett's half-sister from an affair, so essentially a bastard, yet I still somehow have to get married like the other poor Clive women to get rid of my name." "Damn, what an intro." Violet utters. "I'm Violet, your average witch and long-term Alba parasite. " "I could not have uttered the description better myself." I add to Violet's words, and a moment of awkwardness, now that we somehow know each other, floats. "Uh, you seem used to your cousin." I utter, trying to bring up the earlier flow, but our car pulls up behind hers, making her chauffeur leave her to move the vehicle.

Elise asked but Violet shook her head. “ Valdosta is supposed to make him break that covenant or turn him into a mind control zombie. She is also a world class hypnotist too. She is really good at what she does and she should not be underestimated at all.” violet explained and the both of them nodded. But before Bianca could launch into her own findings, a woman dressed in a purple hood and a hat made with webs and cotton walked into the restaurant attracting their attention. She began stumbling and walking into people making people to leave the road for her and before they could say jack.

"Well, I don't really do anything. I train, help my father with some useless chores. Now that I think about it, I'm not very useful." Jack clenched his eyes intrigued. "And what would you like to do if you had the chance to choose something? Anything…" he continued. Violet kept looking at him, realizing how her life was not exciting at all. All she ever did was train to contain her inner wolf and live on the shadows of Arden. She had never really accomplished anything. Did she have any hobbies at all? "Well, that's a very nice question. One I don't know how to answer. I guess I never really thought about that. I kind of like to paint. Does that count?"

It just feels meaningless. "No." I protested as I removed her hand from my chest and took a step back. "Violet is a natural color while purple is an unnatural pigment. Her eyes are natural." Were. "Forget it, Zo. I am done talking about her." She exhales a deep breath in annoyance and tries to take one more step towards me but I immediately took two back.

"Alright, Violet, we're getting you out. Be very careful if you want to attack us because my partner... well she is a rank 58 spirit king and she killed your kidnappers single-handedly." Violet shuddered and nodded quickly. There was only one key that worked on every shackle and the door of the cage. Once freed, Chen still spoke again, "Keep your blindfold on unless we tell otherwise." "Yes!" Violet slowly moved. Her body stood upright and from a distance, she had the height of a normal girl. She didn't even look much older. Only around her early twenties. Meanwhile, her movement was rather elegant as she slowly slithered out. Her actions attracted Chen's and Ah Yin's attention as they kept

Violet rolled her eyes when she heard his voice. "Point of correction Marion am not your babe." "Must you ruin all the fun?" Marion asked. "I need your help Marion." Violet said cutting to the chase. "With?" "Abducting someone." Violet replied. "Violet that's a crime." "Spare me the lecture Marion are you going to help me or should I disconnect the call?" Violet asked. "Who do you want to abduct?" Marion asked. "Her name is Samantha Pierce." "Violet why do I feel like there's more to that name than you're willing to give out?" Marion asked.

She took a step forward, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “There is no other path, Hertor. I’ve thought about this for a long time before coming to you.” “There is!” I shot back, frustration rising. “There’s always another way that doesn’t involve blood. There has to be.” “Not for me,” Violet replied, frustration threading her voice. “Not after everything he’s done. Not after everything he’s taken from me.” She moved closer, until I could smell her, that mix of strength and something dangerously familiar.

Then, on one of my trips outside the pack… The Moon Goddess finally answered my prayers. I found her. Violet. Nineteen and beautiful, still recognizable even after all those years. Her face untouched, no scars, no visible hardship except a deep tiredness in her eyes. She told me she had survived. Working jobs that barely paid. Masking her scent. Finishing school without real support. But she lived. My brave girl lived. I told her about Lady Saraphina and Zoey. How safe they were.

She can now live peacefully. Violet tapped her shoulder and left the room. She had already planned what to do. She would let those involved in the abuse of the company’s talents rot in jail, and of course, bring justice to Amethyst Parker’s death.

Did she know about all his flings and affairs? Odd compliment, but I took it and smiled at her as she shook my hand. “My name is Cassie. But you can call me Cass. That emotionally constipated brick wall is my brother. Half-brother, technically. And I am really jet-lagged right now.” She stifled a yawn, and I smiled at her, shaking her hand. “I am Violet, and I only want an alliance for my pack.” “Of course, you do. Because if you were a gold digger that strutted in impossibly high heels, I would have strangled you to death.”