Violet Parr Outfits Novels & Stories

Mom walked first in front of us while me, Eliana and Jackson walked side by side behind her. " What’s wrong with your dress?" Eliana asked me as her eyes looked ahead. I looked down at my clothes as my brain tried to make a quick excuse. "I think something subtle has poked from my back and it's just a small thorn." I answered. Eliana didn't ask much after that she just gave a delicate smile. We walked to the living room where everyone was there. As soon as gran saw me, she shouted my name in excitement. "Oh my God! Violet!" I walked over to her and hugged her.

I shot her a stare then she backed away. Valerie soon entered with Violet. Merde. Violet wore a tight short black dress, her brown skin enlightening in the different colored lights of the bar, her lips lined with light gloss that always tasted like caramel. Her silky toned legs that I wanted wrapped around my waist and her thighs that I needed to frame my face while I tasted her delicious pussy that was always so wet for me, were so visible in the open due to the shorts gown she was putting on. Julian called her over as soon as he saw her, she then smiled at him, leading Valerie over there before sitting on his lap. His hands rested on her curvy waist. I wanted to cut off his hands and send

“I don’t have anything appropriate for being kidnapped into a billionaire meeting.” Violet’s jaw tightened. “There are clothes in the dressing room.” “Of course there are,” I muttered. She stepped closer, voice lowering. “Don’t embarrass him.” I leaned in, smiling sweetly. “Don’t tempt me.” Violet held my gaze for a second longer, then turned and left. I dressed in the least “wife-like” outfit I could find—black slacks, a white blouse, hair pulled back. Not because I wanted to look nice. Because I refused to be underestimated.

I want to look like a slut, like the opposite of a wife, and this dress is perfect for that. "Who is in charge of this store?" Someone asks in an annoyed tone as we’re in the fitting room. Violet gasps and rushes out, "I don't like to wait." "I'm so sorry, Miss," Violet says, I just roll my eyes. Rich girls are the worst, so entitled, "How can I help you?” "I need a gown, get me something blue," she says and I guess Violet starts to show her a few things, "I have a gala tonight and I have to make a good impression. I need a showstopper, you get me?”

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

I see the shreds of Grayson's dress and I cant help but feel a bit sad. Finally looking up everyone is staring at me and Ruby. I look over to see Ruby in a silk smooth black coat with her eyes still hazel. Guess her family name wasnt wrong. She looks back at me. I look down to see my white coat a darker shade around my legs and chest. Feeling a presence in the trees behind me I turn around. Not seeing anything I'm about to turn around but Issie is faintly telling me to chase the sent. So I do I start running through the forest. The wind all in my coat feeling amazing the rush I'm getting right now is unforgettable. I almost dont realize the sent I'm following is Coconut and Baby Powder.

She could give Whitney a run for her money in the southern debutante category. Violet is a vision of a wet dream in this pink/peachy thing with a hem higher in the front to show off her muscular thigh, lower in the back to help showcase the tan she got today. Her arms are on full display and the lace cut outs at the top are playing peak-a-boo with her perfect cleavage. Her long hair is down – I hardly ever see it that way, but it's curly (which I've never seen) and she's got this dark stain on her lips. The stain gives me ideas about how that dark color would look smudged at the corners, or maybe smeared up and down my cock as she goes down on me. "Anthony?" Her voice is full of uncertainty,

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

Looking in the mirror I smirk seeing the mismatched earrings that Nova and I decided really worked well for me I think my look almost feels like a young Robert Plant was hanging out with Jack Sparrow and got some fashion tips from him, but the queer-ish pirate meets 70’s rock star vibe totally suits me. I grab my guitar and leather jacket and head out to pick Nova up. I am not surprised at how stunning Nova looks, they are always taking my breath away with their beauty and always coming up with incredible looks to wear. I am one fucking lucky guy to find someone as amazing as them. Their Abulita catches us as we are walking out the door and looks me up and down. “You better watch out, you ar