Violet Thea Stilton Novels & Stories

Will they melt her icy cold heart? Unpolished. Unkempt. Unleashed. Undercover. January 20, 2020 Richland County, South Carolina Secret Agent Violet, age twenty-six, was sat in a café gorging on a cinnamon crunch bagel beside a latte. She held a book with a built-in camera behind and a small screen inside the book focused on a mid-50's man sitting two tables away from her. Ronaldo Peige- a Mexican-American businessman, imperturbably settled on a single-seater sofa waiting for his client while sipping his Black Eye coffee.

Well, not anymore. I found him the perfect wife. Violet Viora—formally known as Violet Sterling, has been making headlines ever since she declared social war on the Sterling family. The girl had fire. She had the determination and the drive to get things done. Now that her familial ties had been legitimized and her natural birthright had been restored, she’d been granted the ability to make things change. That made her both valuable and highly dangerous. “If someone cannot be persuaded, then they’re better off being subdued,” I muttered to myself.

Violet’s fingers tightened around the pen. “What?” “A. was Adelaide Cain.” “Family?” “My sister.” Was. Not is. Violet swallowed. “What happened to her?” Theodore looked at her then. For once, there was no arrogance in his face. No control. No threat. Only a darkness so deep it felt older than the house. “She vanished.” The word moved through the room like smoke. Violet thought of the photograph. The laughing girl. The note. Before the lake. “When?” she asked. “When she was thirteen.”

At the end of the hall, she saw her lover, waiting for her with quiet understanding in his eyes. “Timmy…” she whispered, barely holding herself together. “Let’s go.” He took one look at her and moved closer. “What happened, love?” he asked gently. But Violet didn’t answer. Her eyes caught something small and unexpected. Just behind him, sitting calmly on the couch, was a little girl with a head of vivid red curls. She was watching them silently, hugging a stuffed fox to her chest. And she looked exactly like Scarlet, like a miniature version of her, just with different features.

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

Hiding behind nobility when really I was just a coward. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of becoming something else. Afraid of— “Enzo Santini. As I live and breathe.” I looked up. Violet. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, barely dressed in her costume. Red lace that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Violet.” I didn’t move. Just watched her with detached interest. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Just sank onto the couch beside me. Close. Too close.

It seemed that was all that was missing for these two, F******k official, Darren seemed to be dragging his feet, the big debate of a guy his age, to actually commit to a committed relatioship or continue the casual flirtation that usually turned to friends with benefits. The girls had made one complete turn of the downstairs as Violet finished up the last sips of her second cup of beer, she felt the felt the tingles of the liquid starting the beginning process of what they did best, intoxicate. Violet took no notice of the stranger in the corner that had his eyes on her even before she walked through the doors. He had noticed her presence even before she made a physical appearance in front

“You don’t remember? Oh, I was afraid of that. Ash and I drove you home. On the way here, you said some things.” Thea grimaced. “God, don’t tell me. Whatever it was, I’m sorry. I should never have drunk that much. I’ll be nursing this hangover for weeks, I swear.” Violet nibbled on her bottom lip. With her blond hair and creamy skin, Violet looked like a model most days. It didn’t help that she was tall and always well-dressed. Today she wore simple silver hoop earrings that Thea was sure Violet had made herself. Violet ran her own jewelry business, making every piece herself by hand, and had within the last year caught the notice of some major designers.

Even though it was in the middle of summer tonight was a cold and stormy night. Her mother was having to work late tonight and her step-father just walked in the door with her half sisters. She knew she had to hide. If he found her it would be another long terrible night. She couldn't take another long, crazy, painful, horrible night. She has had enough pain. She shouldn't have to endure this anymore. She should be allowed to leave and move on from this. She needs to live her own life for herself. She needs and wants to be free. She was going to find a way out one way or another. It's time for her freedom even if she has to take it by force. I am her, and she is me. My name is Violet, and th

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.