Violet Thea Stilton Novels & Stories

Violet Something terrible is going to happen today. I don’t know why I feel like that as I carefully walk down the stairs with my blonde hair flowing behind me. My long white dress is soft like silk and hugs my porcelain skin in all the right places. Everyone’s eyes are on me—the Alpha king’s daughter—as I approach the bottom floor where the mating ball is waiting for me.

Violet (POV) Heyy let me introduce myself I'm Violet Hope Rossi, A 16 years old girl who had it tough in life but I'm not complaining. I've also been known as Angel a great-known assassin...and Raven the best hacker alive. Right now I'm getting ready for another mission so I can get some money. To buy me some food. When I was younger, I remember my so-called "mother" was still happy and somehow caring, but now she's abusive and her hatred towards me grows more and more each passing day. She was a good mother until I was 7 years old.

“Violet. Roll. Good dog.” After the dog obeyed, she slapped it across the face. “Miss Violet. Violet really is such a good dog, isn’t she?” Lina laughed sweetly. “Look at this necklace. It suits her perfectly.” Then, she pulled out another photograph from her pocket—a yellowed black-and-white portrait of my mother when she was young. She shoved it onto the dog’s head, grinning with a mix of innocence and cruelty. “Violet, your mother’s back,” she said lightly. “And she’s kneeling at my feet, begging me. Aren’t you happy?”

Ziv skips the topic, "Come on, let's grab something to eat." Emily tugs on my sleeve, "Who is this?" "Oh, this is my mate, Ziv." I introduce. "What?! How can he be your mate!" Lola screams. "What are you suspecting? Miss? I heard your conversation just now, and I'm sorry to tell you that Violet doesn't need to work for two years to buy a car because this car ..." Ziv says, word for word, amidst Lola's gradually embarrassed face, "...belongs to Violet." Ziv purses his lips. His sexy lips are spitting out mean words now, "Also, I'm not interested in you at all. Nor am I interested in knowing your name."

Vincenzo's POV “Boss, look at this girl her name is Violet Thomas Philip, I don't know why she's bearing her father's full name but that was what caught my attention, she deplaned 9 hours ago and my men alerted me, she's currently at Rostanios and I've been trying to do some diggings on her but I'm unable to do so because I have been denied access from the server, to be sure she's Thomas daughter we need deeper information about her so we can determine if she's his daughter or they just look alike because if you look closely at her passport she has a striking resemblance to Thomas,” Gio narrated to me briefly and somehow he was good at what he did.

I turned slowly, and for a moment, the air simply vanished from my lungs. She was descending the stairs like a vision carved from my own fever dreams. The lavender silk of her gown clung to her pale skin, the color making her look ethereal yet dangerously tangible. It was her favorite color—a soft, soothing purple that contrasted sharply with the dark, jagged edges of my world. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders in waves that I knew were softer than silk.

Violet said, extending her hand to the man sitting across from her. “Nice to meet you,” he said, shaking her hand firmly. “So, you’re good at what you do,” Violet continued, her piercing gaze studying him like a book. “Well, I have a passion for it,” he replied modestly. “I’ve looked at your success rate. It’s impressive,” she complimented. “Thank you, Miss Wells.” “I want you to take up a case for me,” Violet said, her tone dead serious. “Of course. What’s the case?” he asked, leaning forward with interest.

"I found her. It took me three days of searching through that cursed forest but I found her." "And?" I leaned forward. "Did she give you something? Something we can use against Lila?" Violet reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial. The liquid inside glowed faintly purple. "This. Celeste calls it Truth Serum but it's more than that. If Lila is using any kind of transformation magic or illusion, this will break it. Force her true form to show." My heart raced. "That's perfect. Exactly what we need." "There's a catch," Violet said. "It only works if she's within ten feet of whoever uses it. And it has to be ingested or sprayed directly on her."

It suddenly surged faster in the shrub, probably because it was closer to the smaller bug in Violet's earring. "Violet" Layla called out, looking around anxiously. Vivian hesitated, and rather awkwardly she called out too. Butterfly wasn't moving anymore from the indicator on my phone. "She's here! " Layla cried out, a hint of relief laced in her voice. I hurried over to where she was. Violet lay there breathing softly but unconscious in her muddy dress. Her whole self was in a mess and a bright purple patch was on her left ankle, definitely a twist.

She held a sleek silver tablet under her arm, her eyes cold and completely untouchable. Kaelen looked up. His breath caught in his throat. His green eyes grew wider and wider until they looked ready to pop out of his skull. "Vi... Violet?" Kaelen’s voice was a breathless, broken whisper. The girl he had thrown out into the rain five years ago—the poor, wolfless office assistant who wore oversized gray sweaters—was standing right in front of him. But she didn't look like Violet. She looked like a queen. Seraphina didn't look at his face. She walked straight to the opposite end of the table, pulled out a heavy leather chair, and sat down smoothly. King Dominic stood right behind her right shou