Violet Thea Stilton Novels & Stories

I’m not sure which one but the woman just knows when I am around and I think she gets off on scaring me or something. At their door I kiss them softly and whisper. “I’ll be dreaming about you. I really enjoyed spending time with you and will be giving you a call tomorrow.” I don’t have to turn around to know who is behind me as I drop one last kiss on their lips and turn to the stairs “good night, My lovely Nova! And good night Nova’s Abulita!” I hear a chuckle and “You can Call me Violetta or Mrs Castillo if you need my forgiveness, boy.” the way she says Violetta with her accent is adorable, it sounds like”VEE-O-let-ah”

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.

’ She tells me. ‘But this isn’t normal to keep passing out, is it?’ I ask. ‘I am not sure if I am honest.’ She tells me. ‘Maybe ask Ros’ ‘Oh yeah cos that aint going to be awkward’ I tell her. I can hear her chuckling through the mindlink. ‘Good luck’ she tells me. ‘Aunt Ros?’ I mind link. ‘sorry to disturb you. Violet has gone into heat, but she keeps passing out. Saying she is too hot, obviously. But then will pass out, like cold.’ I tell her.

He turned the moment I closed the door behind me, and of course, there went that look again. “Don’t give me that look, because I don’t owe you any explanation,” I snapped. I was hoping he wouldn’t tell me he was watching out for Violet, because that Violet was just in the next room pretending to be someone else. How did she even get here? She was an orphan last I checked, with only herself and her grandmother. So how on earth did she end up here? To be hiding in such a position as CEO? I’m not underestimating her capacity, but to get there in such a limited time?

It's not like Charlotte was her best friend. After what seems like a lifetime she finally speaks "Genie, I have no idea why this note was sent to you, but you must be very careful. It's true that the Coven and I have had our suspicions about Charlotte's death and we've been quietly investigating it. I've reached out to other Covens for information but so far it's come up blank. Either they don't know anything, or they're too scared to talk to us. Whoever this person is, they obviously have more information, but the fact they haven't given it to you tells me that you need to be wary. How do we know that they aren't sending you on a wild goose chase or even worse, putting you in danger? Either

"Please ask whatever you want, and I promise to respond as best I can if I can." "I appreciate how straightforward you are. Then I'll ask you a question. Could you tell me a little bit about yourself?" "Is that it?" "Yes, I just want to know what kind of woman piqued my baby princess's interest." "All right, I'm........." Violet began to narrate her story, leaving out important details such as the rape case and Qontessah. That was her secret, which she would not reveal to strangers. She also happened to tell her about her current family situation, which enraged the elderly lady. This was something worth seeing; she was even more enraged than she had been the day before.

‘Vivian, is this true? Inside her head she saw Vivian clearly now, her knees curled into her chest as she kept her arms tight around them. Silver was sniffing at Vivian’s bright red hair. ‘Viv, are you alright?’ Vivian looked up then, feeling as if Jordyn’s violet eyes had met her black ones. Vivian looked nearly identical to Jordyn except the bright red hair and black eyes. Her skin was a little bit paler and her barely there clothing seemed to be made of autumn leaves with a mix of brown, red, and orange coloring. She still had a red hazy aura surrounding her. As Vivian’s head snapped to the side to look at Silver, Silver jumped back, which Silver was never afraid of anything.

This place, its creatures reeked of something rotten and vile. As the night deepened, Violet slipped from her room. Every sense focused as she made her way toward the towering statue Zen had so arrogantly commissioned, demanding his subjects bow before it. She stared at the statue with open hostility before murmuring something under her breath. In a blink, the statue caught fire. Licks of fire climbed upward, wrapping around the statue rapidly.

She had sought out the hidden location, a desperate foray into the dark underbelly of the estate, guided by the cryptic clues gleaned from Silas’s informants. The distant, muffled sounds she had heard, the faint, choked cries, had confirmed her worst fears. Vlad was being held, tortured, his formidable spirit slowly being broken by Aurora’s merciless interrogators. His life was at stake, a fragile ember flickering in the encroaching darkness. Violet’s mind raced, a whirlwind of desperate thoughts, agonizing choices. She knew she couldn’t reveal the "Chronicles of the Serpent," her father’s meticulously gathered evidence, not yet.

I ignored them and took my throne. Moonstone’s Alpha began talking about alliances, visions, prosperity. His words blended into background noise. I was listening for footsteps. For Violet. The doors slammed open. Every head turned. Violet rushed in, breathless, holding a silver tray. Her hair was tousled, sticking to her forehead. Her apron was stained with vegetables. Her cheeks flushed from the heat of the kitchen. She looked like a maid. Not a Luna. Not my mate. Not the woman meant to sit beside me.