Violet Twdg Novels & Stories

“Thanks.” "I'm going to leave." Violet exited the salon and found a maid outside whom she directed to find Leah and bring her back to the salon. Everything happened in an instant; Violet was an ordinary witch one moment and a royal witch the next. He knew one thing for certain: the royal family didn't have the full picture, which was a good thing. They were leaving Tawland the next day and returning home, but he would be lonely because Violet was not accompanying him. "Man, you've been acting like that for hours. What is it that bothers you?" Taylor asked.

I asked. Violet frowned and looked at my mate, clearly not liking the answer. “He siphoned magic—from a Phoenix wolf. Centuries ago. So, he’s been experimenting on it to determine what he’d need to make it happen. I wished that I knew more on that front, but my visions haven’t shown much.” I wasn’t certain what she was going to share, but this was much worse than I’d anticipated. How were we going to… I didn’t waste a second. The moment Violet’s words sank in, I pushed away from the desk and strode out of the office, ignoring both Octavia’s and Violet’s questions that followed me into the hall.

I went over to Ginger. “Who is Jett?” I asked. “Like only the HOTTEST guy ever and someone you shouldn’t worry about, he doesn’t do virgins.” Violet sneered at me. “Fuck off Violet. Hes Dale’s older twin brother, they aren’t identical twins but still. He usually comes in here to have sex, but he NEVER uses the same girl and he’s never asked for me. Probably because Dale says I’m off limits to everyone sexually except him.” she responded, after telling Violet off, Violet walked off and we walked towards the area to get dressed where I discovered a beautiful makeup vanity.

Aurora purred, her voice a low, melodic sound, yet imbued with an undeniable edge of authority. She gestured towards the single chair opposite her desk, a silent command. "Come, sit. We have much to discuss." Violet took her seat, her movements deliberate, controlled, her gaze meeting Aurora’s without a flicker of apprehension. She knew this was a critical juncture, a perilous dance between submission and defiance. Her earlier gambit, her offer of "cooperation" in exchange for Vlad’s safety, had seemingly proven her worth, or at least provided Aurora with information she desired.

He expressed explicitly as the feelings of her Treasure Pot catapulted him into a world of ranging fire as he kept himself so richly engrossed with his exploits on her entire world. Fingering her for quite a good number of minutes, he pulled out his fingers and went down her to give her a head, which he took his time to drive her so crazy with his tongue and two of his fingers as he took advantage of her cunt walls to satisfy her with the pleasure she was craving.

Most of the frat houses were on the same stretch of road only a few blocks from the dorms, walking distance was always a plus, the last thing a bunch of college students needed were duis or worse. Violet had gone with fitted,flare jeans, a black crop top, she was a firm believer in showing off if you had it because one day you would no longer, and paired it with a new pair of black wedge heels she'd been waiting to take out for a night on the town. Normally she would have just paired the ensemble with her favorite pair of converse but tonight was a special occasion after all, it called for her special date shoes that had never seen a date since they walked out of the shoe store almost a yea

Cole’s forehead creased into a tight knot as he watched me take the stage, his fists clenching at his sides. “Bring two sets of parchment and two iron quills,” Chloe ordered the attendants, a victorious smirk spreading across her face. I looked at the staff and corrected her. “Make them heavy bone quills. Double sets.” Chloe’s brows knitted together. “Are you planning to strike the dual-hand script, Doctor?” “Is that a problem for a Kinton Vice President?” I asked, gripping the first bone quill. “The dual-hand script requires a split consciousness,” Chloe stated, her voice rising so the crowd could hear. “Even Grand Mistress Emily Quinn spent a decade in the high mountains before she dared t

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.