Violet Parr Outfits Novels & Stories

Violet replied while still throwing clothes around. "No need to worry, he said to keep it comfortable. I think you're fussing so much about it," Cindy said as she sat down at the vanity table to use her body products. "Got it," Violet exclaimed excitedly as she walked out of the closet with knee-length navy blue sleeveless dress from the closet. She put the dress infront of her as she admired it, "Perfect, this is the perfect outfit." After being satisfied with the dress she found, she went to Cindy who was sitting on the vanity table and started looking out for her make up kit.

“I’m ready.” I pushed the thought away and turned my gaze to Violet. She’d settled for a fitted, sleeveless black top that skimmed her frame paired with tailored beige trousers—clean lines, nothing fussy. Her sandals were low and leather, comfortable enough for walking but elegant enough not to feel underdressed. A slim silver cuff hugged her wrist, the only piece of jewelry she ever wore, and her dark hair was pulled back into a low, effortless bun that spoke more of practicality than vanity.

Well, everyone but Violet, and I was getting angrier after each second passed. "Maybe we should just start without her." Aubrey whispered in my ear and I sighed, keeping my anger in check. "Maybe I should." I faced the staff and cleared my throat, but I was cut off as the door swung open and the clink clank of heels filled the air as she strutted in. Violet was dressed in a purple suit with a skirt that barely passed her mid-thigh, her hair in waves and her lips painted pink, and her cleavage almost spilling out if her suit and anger filled me.

Violet Kaelis stood on the small platform in the center of the room, nervously biting her nails as at least six hands worked around her. Her dress was even more breathtaking than the first time she had tried it on. The soft blush-pink skirt was puffy and spread out around her in layers, with sparkly details that flashed when she moved. The top fit her nicely, as did the lace over her shoulders and arms, and the tiny crystals that were sewn in completed it.

***POV: Amara*** Imogen, Violet, and I put on the finishing touches. I can’t wait to see the men’s reaction to our outfits. Imogen is wearing a little black dress, with a flirty type skirt, and mesh panels above and below her cleavage. It’s short and sexy while still young, she is just 17 after all. Violet is wearing a slinky sequined number, silver with some abstract black lines through it, and a deep v in the front. Girlfriend looks hot, and I just know Cyrus is going to lose his mind when he sees her.

I retorted and saw her grin. "You should unwrap me and find out mate," she dared. I growled low and ripped the pin from her shoulder and watched the Targon she wore fall from her naked flesh in a pool at her feet. Violet looked at me fully clothed and curled her lip. "I'm at a disadvantage, being naked while you are not," she huffed and came to my front to begin unbuttoning the blue jeans I wore.

I ordered " We'll try our best". They take Violet with them They bring her out, she was wearing a red shimmering dress with silver detailing. "Not her look". They take her back in, they bring her back out wearing a blue dress with a white furry coat " Not bad, but it isn't giving me that, drama". They take her back in, they bring her back out, she had on a black lacy sexy dress, it brought out her body, it made her look fierce, immediately I knew it was the one.

His world was different than mine. But for him, I'll leave the safety of mine if it meant having him. ~ A. Gupta VIOLET HALF An hour later after trying dozens of dresses that I liked but pushed in the rejected pile because of the price tags on them despite the way the woman glared at me like I was insulting her by just standing in the store, I settled on a deep purple dress with its lace sleeves that had soft ruffles on the hem which ended below my knees.

Right now I'm hiding in the corner, I wasn't punished, I'm just hiding mad at daddy, he scolded me this morning for taking my clothes off, I didn't want to wear all those things he had on me, but he got a new kind of clothes on me, ones that I couldn't take off. "Violet, come on sweetie," daddy calls me, but I ignore him, still hiding in my corner. "Violet, don't you want to go out with daddy?" Evander offers, that's the thing, he said we're going out today, he's going to take me out for a walk. "Off?" I ask him getting out of my hiding spot, trying to pull on my shirt and hat. "No, you're going to keep those on to keep you warm," he says making me whine.