Violet Twdg Novels & Stories

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

I hear a little tap, and then a click, and as the car vibrates, I put together that he put on a CD. Chromatic's Touch Red plays. The familiar piece fills the car, the almost-haunting instrumentals bouncing off the windows and into my ears. "When you can't see, first, you listen." Alex leans over and whispers. I sit, lips parted, taking in the way the vibrations make the hair on my skin stand. "It was the day you pushed past the front doors, trekked up over twenty steps into my office," he spoke. The stereo still plays, and so I lean into his voice as best as I can.

GENERAL Willow's hands shook when she saw the content of the message, and the phone slipped from her. She collapsed on the bed and scoffed in disbelief, her eyes blinking slightly. She didn't expect what she had just seen. "Violet is a mother. She had twins six years ago. She doesn't joke with her children, and hurting them would be like hell to her. The news came to her like a shock. She was a mother. She had two babies six years ago, and from her logic, it was certain that they belonged to Stewart.

Viper screamed in excitement. Violet on the other hand checked her phone and the small drive that James Mondragon gave. She won't lose hope.

Arlo whistled though so she was happy. Then came Violet. In a spaghetti strap satin black dress that came down to her ankles and had a high split up the side. It accentuated her curves nicely yet looked timeless. She wore a black fur sash around her shoulders. The men all clapped in approval and the twins whistled and cheered so loud.

Violet said as she led her horse away. Making such a big deal out of something so small only made it look like she was afraid. Travis frowned but relented. "Be careful. Don't go into the estate, and don't eat or drink anything they offer you. That Wayne fellow is very suspicious." "I got it," Violet said as she mounted her horse. She left through the side gate and joined Molly's carriage, heading for Edgeview Estate. When they arrived, Violet stayed outside, just as planned. Molly and Fiona directed the servants to dig up the flowers, carefully wrapping the roots in damp cloth before arranging them neatly.

“You don’t remember? Oh, I was afraid of that. Ash and I drove you home. On the way here, you said some things.” Thea grimaced. “God, don’t tell me. Whatever it was, I’m sorry. I should never have drunk that much. I’ll be nursing this hangover for weeks, I swear.” Violet nibbled on her bottom lip. With her blond hair and creamy skin, Violet looked like a model most days. It didn’t help that she was tall and always well-dressed. Today she wore simple silver hoop earrings that Thea was sure Violet had made herself. Violet ran her own jewelry business, making every piece herself by hand, and had within the last year caught the notice of some major designers.

It has been beautiful years so far and I hope it goes on like that. Today is Violet and Aster’s fifth birthday and soon our family will be here for the party. Girls are excited to meet their cousins and grandparents. Violet and Aster are twins, but they differ so much from each other. If Violet is an extrovert and fun-loving, then Aster is an introvert and cute girl. But they both have one thing in common: Theo’s eyes and also his charismatic smile. And also they got my golden locks. Thank goodness they are not identical, otherwise it would have been hard to recognize them.

Tonight, the moon goddess stopped mocking me. Tonight, I slipped into Wolves-Heaven unnoticed. The city lights pulsed like a living heartbeat as I followed two familiar figures through the streets. Violet. Zoey. They were laughing. Laughing. My chest tightened painfully. Violet wore a dress I had never seen before… black, soft, dangerous. It clung to her like midnight itself. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid shadow, catching flashes of neon light. Men stared openly as she passed, hungry eyes devouring every movement.

Inside it is a single drop of violet liquid; pulsing in perfect synchronization with Maya’s scar. "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗮," 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂�