Violet Pink Background Novels & Stories

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.

As I looked at Violet, I was a little surprised to see her dressed completely in purple, from head to toe. “Are you serious?” I asked in disbelief. “Yeah! I’m serious!” Violet exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling. “You look like an aubergine, dear,” I muttered under my breath. “Well, purple is an elegant royal colour,” Violet said, defending her choice. “Where did you learn that?” I asked, curious. “From the books I read,” Violet replied with a smile. “Have you seen how our little princess is starting to choose what she likes?” Alpha Matthew smiled broadly as he approached us with a small purple bag in his hand.

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

Their pack hadn't been labeled the strongest pack in the world without a reason. Violet had picked out a maroon colored wrap dress for Jade. She didn't want to go overboard and dress Jade in something she wasn't comfortable wearing. She brushed Jades long strawberry blonde hair, leaving it open. She had painted Jade's lip a light pink with a bit of mascara and she was done. Jade was a natural beauty so she didn't need to cake her face. "How do I look?" Jade asks Violet nervously, her nerves getting the best of her at the last moment.

Dumb human stuff,* I told him, as we made our way toward the backyard. He made a face but thankfully chose not to pick a fight with me. I had to hope Nox would do the same and understand. “Finchy! Heeeeeey,” I heard, making me spin around. I grinned as I took in Violet, my eyes struggling to realize it was her almost. She was in a long navy blue gown with little silver accents. She had on make-up and jewelry, even heels. “Violet? As I live and breathe, you look stunning,” I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Finally, my delusional brain caught up with my chagrin reality. The bedside lamp was on and the curtains at the Palladian window were drawn to let in the natural slivery moonlight into my room. Slowly, I was able to identify the woman sitting at my side with her long violet silk robe knotted at the waist, long wavy black hair rolled into a messy bun at the top of her head, and ice-blue eyes on striking features that studied me. Violet. I detested anything related to purple because it reminded me of the malignant mermaid’s eyes. Mom ought to wear other colors. I'll entreat her to do so in the morning.

He pushed it open. Violet was not at her desk. She was perched on the edge of it, one leg crossed over the other, the tight black dress riding high on her thigh. She had poured two glasses of amber liquid from a bottle of whiskey he recognized as expensive. The harsh overhead light was off; the only illumination came from a green-shaded desk lamp, casting the room in deep shadows and pools of warm light. It softened her edges, but did nothing to dim the intensity in her eyes. “Close the door,” she said, her voice a low, smooth command.

"L e t ' s... g e t.. t h a t... h e a l e r. B u t... w h a t... w o l f...s h o u l d... I... g i v e s... h e r." "A... w h i t e... o n e." Vikas suggested. "B o r i n g? "M a y... b e... b l u e... G r e y?" Viaks rubbed his chin. "W h a t... a b o u t.. a... p I n k... o n e?"

“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.”