Violet Unfortunate Events Novels & Stories

Violet Two days later “You are an absolute embarrassment, Violet! You’ve turned into the laughingstock of the whole pack! They are all talking about the future Alpha, who was rejected for her own maid! Everyone thinks you’re pathetic!” my father roars from his throne inside the grand hall. I keep my head bent, eyes stinging with tears as I’m forced to listen to him. We are the only people inside the room, but I know my siblings are listening from behind the door. They are all worried about me, unlike my asshole of a father.

Lucky him that I still needed him, else he’d be gone long ago given how he always protected violet. Violet thinks she didn’t push me, but indeed, she did. Safina's powers enveloped her when I was about to fire a ball of fire at her and the force of her powers pushed me off the cliff. if not for Valarus... I shudder to think of what would have happened. I would have gone back to the great above, scratch that, the supreme God will throw me into hell. This means Violet and Jake would be together just like fate planned. Never. That can never happen as long as I’m alive. Sadly, for violet, I’m alive.

Had Xavier really said… Xavier's eyes snapped open to reveal their blazing red color right before he jumped and transformed in mid air, landing on all four and sprinting towards the forest. Violet gripped the tree trunk tightly as she prepared to die. She had lost hope on ever staying alive tonight, and now, she was going to die. She wished things hadn't turned out like this. She wished she hadn't come out of the house in the first place. She should've listened to her aunt because she knows what's best for her, but she didn't, and look at where she is now. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she wished she could say one final goodbye to her aunt before her guts would be spilled out. She closed

Samantha quickly chirps in collecting the feeding bottles from Violet to prepare the kids meal for lunch . Violet merely nods her head before Stomata and her husband encourage her by giving her a warm hug . “ You are not responsible for his death Dear . Be happy . ” Stomata utters wiping the tears from the corner of Violet's eyes . “ But Rodney died before my very own eyes . I just can not forget the gory sight . ” Violet choked on her words , Rodney died while blackmailing her . He threatened to let the world know she was a impostor and when they met that afternoon, she had dared him to go ahead and do his worst .

No one followed or stopped me, likely wanting to stay away from the vomit instead of having an ounce of decency in their blood. As I hurried us down the hallway, Violet looked around through the tears that had started before I’d even stood from my chair. I didn’t know who or what she was looking for, only that sobs wracked her body as she shook in my arms. She had barely survived the mark of the unwanted from Lucas, and she was already showing signs of illness from whatever the fuck was happening now. I would not let her die. I couldn’t.

Sure, that’s what happened, but her words and truth isn’t that! Carlisle’s gaze snapped to me then, and the breath lodged itself in my throat. For the first time in my life, I wished he would glare at me. Get angry. Call me out in front of everyone. Anything but the unreadable expression he was wearing now. Violet let out a delicate sigh, her voice barely above a whisper. “It was an accident,” she murmured, weakly clutching the sleeve of the nearest staff member. “Reigna would never—”

I'm in danger. I'm in danger. This Unfortunate is not safe. My brain spins in my skull. I see the tree's branches, the ground, and the party all at once. I grip my head, trying to make the world stop spinning. "What's happening?" The party's music, the delicate strings, screech in my ears as if I'm standing right beside the platform. Blue eyes. I meet the blue eyes of the Unfortunate who's done this to me. How does an Unfortunate have the power?

Chapter 8 Violet stood up and unconsciously walked to her brother's favorite place—a small mountain. She didn’t cry; she felt numb. All she could hear were the voices of her neighbor and the news anchor repeating the same devastating words: Wave is dead. The ex-wife of Lucas Wells had been arrested as the primary suspect. Reaching Wave's favorite place, which was close to a cliff, Violet fell to her knees. “Nooo!” she yelled, tears pouring down uncontrollably.

I take my time, watching her and wondering what would happen if someone hit her beautiful face, her high cheekbones and curly hair, I shake my head to remove the picture from my head and plead for forgiveness. "I'm not at fault because, wallah, I do not deserve any of the things that happened to me. I'm a victim of someone's inability to get the memo that my mother who was married to her husband is dead and I have no idea what I am." I feel tears running down my cheeks. I swipe at the tears and cover my face with my palms and sob into the comfort of my soft palms.

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”