Violet Thea Stilton Novels & Stories

Violet’s heart pounded in her chest as she carefully made her way towards the staircase. The sounds of people enjoying their dinner filtered through the house. That was probably the only reason Violet hadn’t fainted yet. If there is one thing she learned through all this is that she didn’t have a future in espionage. She was not, in fact, the next James Bond. As she reached the stairs, Violet paused and held her breath. She listened for anything that might hint someone was coming her way. Letting it out, Violet started up the stairs torn between running up and being careful, but slow.

Violet nodded to her and took the uniform from her hands. Esther examined Violet from head to toe with both admiration and curiosity. Her beautiful face, flawless white skin, and silky straight blonde hair fascinated her, but she also wondered why her beautiful dress covered in mud and she could see the deep sadness in her beautiful blue eyes. “What's your name?” Esther asked friendly. “My name is Violet Valerina." “Oh, my, your name is as beautiful as your face,” Esther said in a touch of admiration. “My name is Esther Deloria. I'm 20 and how old are you?”

Fair enough. Violet enters the dining room with her serving tray on wheels. She's clean and wearing a fresh kitchen uniform, something she never had before, yet I can tell the girl still believes she's a slave. It will take some time to convince her otherwise, but we'll get there. Violet bows politely and sits before me a plate of bacon, sausage, eggs, and gammon. She then does the same for Jai and Melinda before laying a plate of toast and butter on the table. Violet fills our glasses with orange juice, then sits a pot of tea and coffee down, along with milk and sugar. Not once does the girl look me in the eye. Not that she directly should without permission, but this is just strange.

Usually, she would have raised her hair if Max had dared to give her orders, but now she was like a very obedient kitten. Looks36 like their relationship is more developed than I thought. Roger gasped at Evelyn's change, he asked Evelyn and me, but we didn't answer; he only blamed Max for chasing after Max to question the situation. “So fast…” I watched in awe; they had disappeared, leaving only a faint layer of dust. Diana went to Violet, asking. "Who are you? Why have I never met you before?” "Violet of Blue Forest," Violet answered arrogantly, and then the corners of her lips curled up in amusement. “Are you sure Ryan's sister? The one said to be the strongest female wolf in the current p

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

Theodore is the Same age of Violet but knows everything that Violet does not and is helping his father to save his sister. Violet has friends, clothes, jewellery, toys, accessories, books everything one can imagine to have, whatever she wishes it comes for her instantly. She has turned into a beautiful teenager who is innocent and pure, her beauty is extraordinary. She is like a Freshly bloomed Rose, Beautiful and Fragile. Her heart is filled with kindness and love. King Henry did a great job of securing his daughter by caging her in the castle but as we say what is destined will take place no matter how much we try to stop it.

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

“No you're not Azarael's dog, you're the daughter of Lilly Agatha Sinora, the seventh keeper of the Thestryn valley—” “—I hate that name!” “But you're tied to it.” “No,” Violet frowned, “I am not, not unless Lilly Agatha Sinora lives.” “Even if she live not, she had a name many remember, and she has a child who is called Violet.” A glow appeared in Violet's eyes and she said, “What if Violet disappears?” Piggy shrugged before going to sit on the furniture he sat on earlier, “Its impossible, even if you change your name, your hair colour won't change I'll still call you Violet.”

They finally entered an alcove area with a small counter, on top of which sat several vials. Violet suddenly reached out, took a small knife from her waistband, and sliced her wrist. She then reached over, grabbed a vial, and let her blood drip into it. When it was filled, she sealed it with a stopper. She bandaged her wrist with a rag, then held up the vial, examining it in the fading afternoon light. "You are putting your faith for his entire life in this one vial," Violet said. "And if it doesn't work?”