Violet Sorrengail Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

He froze. Violet stepped out in a shimmering white gown, slit high on one side, revealing smooth skin that seemed to glow under the garage lights. His heart raced. The dress hugged her legs, the slit making it impossible to look away. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, a few strands falling perfectly to frame her face. Minimal makeup highlighted her natural beauty. Silver-white shimmer on her eyelids matched her aura. A delicate chain earring brushed her bare shoulder, and a thin necklace sat gracefully on her collarbone.

"I shouldn't have come to this den of vipers! I've humiliated myself enough for one lifetime!" I didn't wait for his response. I didn't care if he was the King of the Coast. I bolted out of the lounge and back into the chaos of the Great Hall. The ceremony was beginning. I cut through the crowd toward Sally, a vision of emerald silk and silver-blonde hair. The room went silent as I passed. "Is that the Mercer girl? She looks like a lunar deity," someone whispered. "I heard she had her scent surgically enhanced. No one looks that pure naturally."

She grabs Tricia's hair, but it falls off, revealing a bright violet hair, and this time she snaps her eyes open, causing my mouth to hang open. Violet dragon eyes.

Marys and Aiyana were running to her and she smiled, although she didn’t know their names, which made her to feel bad. “Good morning uh..” “Marys!” Marys said and she nodded. Marys's hair was tied in two pigtails with thick bangs that fell on her face. Her smiles showed two cute dimples that were very deep. She wore a black gown that was slightly above the knees. It was flared from the waist with long sleeves and she was putting on a white apron and a white maiden’s cap on her head. Violet adored her the more and couldn’t believe that this woman was really in her late 30s. She looked so young, she and Aiyana, whose name she was yet to know.

Aria looks untamed. Obsidian hair. Violet eyes. That silver streak near the front catching sunlight like moonlight woven into darkness. And the magic around her? Completely unstable. It coils around her body like it doesn’t know whether it wants to protect her or destroy everything around her. She’s a live wire, waiting to burst. I’m fascinated instantly.