Violet Raz Novels & Stories

The woman with purple hair tips asked, “Is this your boyfriend, Talia?” Talia said in contempt, “B*llsh*t! Would I be interested in him? I come from a wealthy family, right? Do you think he’s from a family of equal social rank as mine? I can see it with my eyes.” The woman with purple hair tips was named Violet Quirk, while the woman with thick makeup was known as Leyla Lang. Violet chuckled and said, “I can see that he’s quite a good drinker.” Talia said, “Oh, that’s nothing!”

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.

I asked, knowing that Paige was taking note of every word in the conversation. "Thinker is the only person that we are aware of that could have penetrated my firewalls, and he is talented enough that he could evade detection for well over a year. The image that was dropped must have happened by him leaving out of my room quickly; probably because I was logging on and was about to catch him in the act." "And what was the image of?" "It was a picture of every senator of the Republic in a mass grave. It was a fragment of a thought, an idea, or even a hope. In essence, Mr. Vrix, Ed has intentions on decimating the Republic of North America."

As usual, she has remembered that my favourite cuisine is Eastern cuisine. “She’s changed,” I reveal to her as I finish the last spoonful of rice. “Arabelle?” Lara smirks, tousling her dark reddish-brown hair. Her hair is a little wavy at the ends, a natural characteristic of the vampiric race in her world. “You too, have changed, haven’t you?”

I look at him, her name leaving my lips like a breath "Vanilla" "She was in Vino apparently, with her cute friend who we'd get to later cause he's so fucking dead" He's still looking at Doc "But that's not the cute part. The cute part is where she left out how Vanilla is being followed by Drasknes" Drasknes. Assassin's that kill for Aerians. They are efficient and expensive but good at what they do. They have never missed a kill, from what I have heard "They haven't killed her"

She looks up from her table with a smile. “Ah, Violet Wolfia, glad to see you’re back,” she says and licks her finger before reaching for a paper. She has glasses and blonde hair caught in a tidy bun. Not one of those messy ones you always read about in bad romance novels. “I’ve matched you with three people. They all fit what you’re looking for, and I have their pictures right here. Curious about what their species might be?” Her words take me aback. “Umm, aren’t they all werewolves?”

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

‘Let me explain. ‘Then explain!’ Savannah shoved the phone in Violet’s face. ‘The photos are out now. Roux & Lune launched their products three years ago. Yours came out last week. Did you work for Roux before coming to Nyx?’ Violet gave a tiny shake of her head. ‘Do you happen to own Roux?’ Savannah held out a faint glimmer of hope. Violet shook her head again. ‘The designer at Roux, any relation of yours?’ Another head shake.

Lathering my hair with Scents of rose and lavender, I hummed as the warm water hit my skin. Massaging my body once more, I winced as I pressed at the bruised parts of me. Rinsing all of the soap from my hair and body, I then rung out any extra water from my waves before stepping out. Grabbing a towel from one of the bamboo racks, I gently patted myself dry, making sure not to irritate my sensitive skin. Loosely wrapping the towel around my body, I walked over to the vanity and picked up a tube of aloe vera Alex had set out and rubbed it over my wrists as well as any. other open cuts, soothing them almost immediately.

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.