Violet Raz Novels & Stories

My nightmares bleed through my fingers on the white canvas, but sometimes a dream sneaks in between. ~A.Gupta Violet “I don't know how you do it,” I turned toward the familiar voice. Daisy said, “You are seriously so talented, Violet. I still can't draw a perfect arc without erasing it a few times.”

saying that aisha got up from her seat, after their conversation vivan came to drop aisha on her hotel room and left immediately after making sure she was safe. It was almost evening time when Aisha got back, she immediately took off her dirty clothes and went towards her bath tub and opened hot water tab, by the time her bathtub was filling she decided on checking her mobile phone and when she saw her mobile screen her eyes went wide ‘What the fuck’ She said in her mind ‘238 missed call’ and almost 100 plus text messages, who is this idiot person so desperate to speak to me’ she again spoke in her mind, aisha was reading every text messages from that unknown person which were all same ‘AISH

Dasha informed Violet and immediately walked away. Just like their characters they both offered different courses, Violet studied fine art while Dasha studied science and robotics, she was the champion for two years with the title of best robot built in the history of Grace Vill university while Violet held the crown for the most beautiful and best artist. “Hi.. emm Dasha.., would you love to contest for the next beautiful pageant?!.” A girl asked. “No thank you!!.” “But you never participate!.” “Ask Violet!.” Dasha said in a hurry, she turned around to smile at the girl knowing she felt bad for being rejected when she walked into someone’s arms.

Everything will fall apart. Violet- Valeria Siankovski's end will be in my own hands. And I had to move fast.

After Violet took a closer look at the man, she realized that this was the man who had been with Nanami Vincent. "If there's this man and this girl, the victory is on our side a little more." Violet is a person who understands the advantages of others, she is willing to sacrifice everything to achieve her goal. Richard is the weak point of Nanami Vincent, she will soften her heart because of this man.

Scarlet’s POV The first time I met Violet, she was like a storm and dangerously close to collapse. Her body was thin, so frighteningly thin, it was as if the life inside her was flickering like a dying flame. Bones jutted beneath her skin, and her cheeks were hollow, but her eyes, eerie, ocean-blue eyes, held an intensity I had never seen before. She was unpredictable, charged like a wire stripped bare, snapping at anyone who dared come near her. No one could approach her except the king. Only his presence seemed to settle the storm, if only for a few brief moments.

“I know you probably don’t believe me, but-” “I believe you,” I said. “Even tho I don’t understand why Roamur would do that… But that’s not the problem.” “What do you mean?” she asked with a shy, confused smile. “Why are you going to tell Rayan?” I asked, shrugging. “What good will it do? Do you think he’ll believe you?” Violet didn’t look away, she just grew more determined. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I can prove it. I can swear by my wolf, if you want. I-”

She knew something. “Mira,” she said. “What do you mean by ‘Why would the priestess say something like that?” She shook her head like she was trying to make sense of the whole thing. “The sores could be cured with cloves and a few wild flowers. And there was no such thing as avoiding each other. Violet’s powers were obviously fighting against that.” “And that was why she was constantly weak. She was subconsciously fighting. There's just a bit of it left. And now you hate her again.” She said the last statement like it was a fact.

Then I saw her. Violet Flanagan stood by a large mahogany desk, the light from a stained-glass window casting azure and crimson hues upon her form. She was the embodiment of controlled chaos, her hair a spill of midnight silk, her posture that of a queen—or a dictator—one who knew the impact of her presence. "Roanne, this is Violet," Lizzie said, her words slicing through my trance. "Violet," I echoed, forcing my feet to move forward. As I approached, I couldn't help but feel as if I were being drawn into her orbit—a lunar pull that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her bond with Scarlet was that strong that she felt pains just at sight of what belonged to her. Violet’s mind was torn apart and the only thing that she needed at the moment was rest, a good rest. Too many things have happened in this one day and the only thing to clear her mind is a good night sleep. She can start to work on her mission once she is done sleeping, that is the next day. “We are really-