Violet Twdg Novels & Stories

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.”

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

Do not approach unless Widow clause activates. Violet’s name had been waiting in this room before she ever stood at the gate. Not exactly her name, maybe. But close enough. Close enough for Eleanor. Close enough for the Cains. Close enough for a contract to reach across decades and close around her throat. Her chest tightened. “How long have they had my name?” Theodore did not answer fast enough. Violet looked up. “How long?” His jaw flexed. “The ledger entry is twenty-one years old.” “Before Eleanor died.”

he begged, "don't." "Eden Tamarix, I have spent far too much time apart from you," Violet declared. "If you expect me to keep my hands to myself now, after everything we just accomplished, you're insane." "How are you not repulsed by me? I'm everything we've been fighting against." Violet reached for him again, this time using the same speed he and Curzon had displayed. Eden flinched for a moment but settled into her touch like a starved child.

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.

This time on a line Nikolai trusted. Her voice was low, serious. “They’re not taking him out of the country. They’re taking him to Mirastin.” “What’s Mirastin?” I asked. She paused for a moment. “A burial ground,” she said. “Where Viktor gets rid of legacies he wants to forget.” My heart sank. “Where is it?” “A private island off the coast of Montenegro. It’s not on any list, but you’ll find it marked as Vetra-3 in the original records.”