Violet Twdg Novels & Stories

8 Two days later, Violet was working in the garden. Her job for today was to pluck the weed and water the garden that was maintained well with blooming and bright flowers on Kiara's demand. They grew in the part of the garden that was visible from her window. Sighing weakly, Violet mopped the back of her wrist on her forehead. It was scorching hot today. Summers were starting to begin and the sun was showing its wrath already. Her throat was dry, her lips cracking from lack of water and her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth.

Violet几个字没有吐出来，他这一定是做戏的吧，怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错，叫她为“Agatha”，所以就在平时也将她当Violet了。

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?”

And then they proceed to talk about the Thompson bodyguard. Interesting. So Violet has got a huge crush on him? She’s buying him a coffee tomorrow. She also asks if she can spend the night at Willow’s house and her request is approved in half a second. This Violet character really does seem pretty important to my target. Perhaps I should ask her out. Pretend to date her and then use her as a medium to get access into Willow’s crib. Also, with the right kind of magic, I can make this Violet chick do all sorts of things for me. I know a bunch of witches who dabble in dark magic. Compelling a half-brained cheerleader to cater to my every whim should be a walk in the park.

Heidi and two others waved for me to follow them. They will grow at an alarming rate and must be removed from her quickly," Heidi explained as she pushed through a set of doors to a medical facility. I glanced around in amazement that this was also in the council's residence. I paused momentarily and glanced at Heidi. "What did you mean by them?" The brownie laughed and directed me to lay Violet down upon the white linens of a hospital-like bed. Another brownie started a line into Violet's arm. "Your wife is having twins. I assumed that you were aware of your son and daughter," she said assuredly. Violet looked up at me and grinned before her face contorted in pain.

Violet's shrill voice cut through the heated moment between Hugo and me. "I wasn't eye fucking him!" I snarled, ducking under his arms and over to her. Feeling Hugo move with lightning speed, he stood beside me, arm around my waist. "Whatever you say little wolf!" He laughed with a wink before nodding to Violet. "V!" His tone seemed tight, and I couldn't help but notice the tension between them both, making me wonder if they had history. "She is a vampire! Our mortal enemy and the lowest of the low. You really think Hugo would touch her!!" Ava mocked, making me smirk.

The temperament and demeanor are like a cold queen but a bit sweet and exciting to others. Adam said; “Violet, we'll see each other soon. Good night." Violet just glanced at him, then smiled a fake smile and said, "It's not an honor." Her words made him laugh. Adam looked at the scene outside, his smile deepened for a while, he licked his lips lightly, and his throat twitched slightly at the thought of that woman. He asked, "What kind of person is that woman named Violet?" The driver replied seriously: “She is Violet Taylor, daughter of the Taylor family. Married Sir Dominic Barker seven years ago. She just got back.”

I had Max and Violet in my office by early afternoon. Violet had been working since before dawn, something I gathered from the faint shadows under her eyes and the particular focused quality of her attention that came from hours of concentration rather than rest. She'd pull every sample the scouts had gathered from the affected sites and run them against what she already had on file from Lila's previous activity. She set her notes on my desk without preamble and looked at me across them.

They looked exactly like doors. “What kind of employment?” she asked. Theodore slid the folder across the desk. “Estate records, correspondence, archival inventory, and administrative support for the Widow’s Fund.” At the name, Benedict’s eyes flicked toward Theodore. There it was again. That little shift. The kind people made around loaded weapons. “The Widow’s Fund,” Violet repeated. “My late wife’s foundation.” Eleanor. The photograph. The sad eyes. The lake. Violet looked down at the folder but did not touch it.

Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in. The thought of that rude woman made her blood boil. She recalled the way she treated Mila, called her slave and insulted her. Then she was Xavier's mistress meaning she'd be here regularly. Violet sat beside a beautiful red rose bush, and bringing her knees up, she leaned close and enjoyed the sweet scent of the flowers. She slowly traced their little buds and stem, then hissed quietly when something pricked her finger and she just starting to suck on it when a small growl froze her.