Violet Parr Outfits Novels & Stories

And it seemed they were prepared for a fight. Violet stepped forward, putting on her a brown viking top and a black viking armour legging. She released her daggers and swung it around, positioning herself. Goldie faced Anita, with narrowed eyes, and she was on a female armour suit that hugged her body, making her to appear fierce! Anita just watched them lazily, and she also stepped forward. She was on something simple but unique just like her figure. The queen amour suit she was putting on, perfectly accentuated her figure and damn! She is killing! Bold, unmatched, and gorgeous!

I hadn't raised my face from Lilly’s neck, so I have no idea what is going on other than the running conversation. Suddenly, sparks shoot up my shoulder blade, and I know instantly it's Violet. Lilly sparks are commanding and dominant, whereas violets are softer and calmer. I whip my head around to see her holding my shoulder in one hand, and Lilly's hand in the other. I grab her by the waist and pull her between my arms next to Lilly. Exactly where they belong. I push my face into her neck, inhaling her scent as Lilly lays her head against my chest. Thank the goddess for that!

"I wasn't asking. If you make me come back here to get you, you'll regret being late." Violet released a shaky breath as soon as the door slammed shut, then trudged to the wardrobe to put on a simple black dress. Mila had brought her a few clothes last week and although they weren't enough, they were better than wearing her worn out jeans and top. Violet stood behind the kitchen door, shaking with nerves at the huge number of people beasts outside. She started to consider moving back to her room, but taking chances with Xavier was out of the question. If he wanted her to attend he could have had the decency to escort her out instead of leaving her by herself. Everyone was quickly settling do

The shade nearly matches my eyes, which I’m beginning to suspect was intentional. “I don’t know about this.” Crystal rolls her eyes. “Put on the dress.” Twenty minutes later, I stare at myself in the mirror. I barely recognize the girl looking back. My black hair falls in long curls down my back, the silver streak near the front standing out beneath the warm bedroom lights. I’ve kept my makeup soft, just enough to make my violet eyes look brighter, with a light peach gloss covering my lips. The lavender dress hugs my curves before falling loosely around my legs, and simple sandals complete the outfit. Crystal appears behind me in the mirror.

Violet’s P.O.V. The first was Hael’s, which I was stuck on for longer than I care to admit. His unruly hair had been tamed, slicked back to show off the shaved sides. I very much noticed how his suit matched my dress, both a deep shade of black with a slight navy hue but decided not to comment on that fact. It was most likely to show off a united front, though that would’ve made more sense if Sylvia matched us too, which she didn’t.

Tonight, the moon goddess stopped mocking me. Tonight, I slipped into Wolves-Heaven unnoticed. The city lights pulsed like a living heartbeat as I followed two familiar figures through the streets. Violet. Zoey. They were laughing. Laughing. My chest tightened painfully. Violet wore a dress I had never seen before… black, soft, dangerous. It clung to her like midnight itself. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid shadow, catching flashes of neon light. Men stared openly as she passed, hungry eyes devouring every movement.

Violet sighed as she brushed her blonde hair and stared at her figure in the mirror. She put a black dress on and a light make up, but she opted for some comfy combat boots and a pony tail, since her long hair could get in the way during the mission. Violet couldn't have any disturbance. She couldn't bring anything with her, since she was supposed to go to the party and leave without making others suspicious. So whatever happened, she would have to survive with just the piece of clothes she was wearing, which was not very comfortable. Walking towards the door, ready to leave, Violet suddenly recalled something.

Violet says, panic in her voice. “He’s your boyfriend. He’s not going to care if you’re late,” I roll my eyes at her dramatics. “You don’t understand, my sweet little sister,” she says as she sits up, looking for something to wear. “Dad’s calling you for breakfast, so hurry up, supermodel.” I leave her to get ready and run to the table to enjoy my pancakes. An hour later, Violet comes down in a white top paired with a pink skirt. Her sense of style is impeccable, but I could never pull off such an outfit.

He then walked out without a glance back. Violet stared at the clothes in her hands and then at his back. She could not figure out what he meant by this. Even though she did not want to wear the clothes he gave her, she could not go out naked. She had to put on the clothes he gave her. It was a sexy dress with spaghetti straps that did not fit her style. Violet adjusted the straps to get the dress high up her shoulders, but she still ended up showing a lot of skin.

It wasn’t a regular day for Violet as she woke up feeling a bit thrilled. It was finally her 20th birthday and and was going to figure out who her mate truly was. She picked up a pink dress from her closet which she had gotten yesterday from the matron, the dress fitted perfectly making her smile. It was just a simple dress with flowers on it but Violet felt happy to have such a dress. She has no idea how it came about the cloth fitted perfectly on her.