Violet Wilde Hopps Novels & Stories

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.

Looking confused, Hera waved him goodbye and ran back inside the tent where she pouted at Violet who’s still curled in the blanket, asleep in the same position as when she left. Hera narrowed her eyes as she bent toward her, a mischievous smile now lighting her face. She took a deep breath and jabbed Violet by the waist. Spluttering, the poor child sat upright, looking from left to the right, her eyes barely opened. Before she knew it, Hera was laughing her head off, her hands on her stomach, as Violet turned toward her, telling her she had dreamed of someone stabbing her. Looking a little scared, she pointed to her waist. “Just here. She was big like this.” Violet circled her hand in the ai

Violet mumbled, stooping to her level and outstretching a helping hand. Anger coursed through Willow as she glanced at the hand. She bit her lips and forced the tears trying to slide out of her eyes. Violet had become wild and untamed. She couldn't beat her despite all. The whole thing was more painful because of the humiliation. She could accept the one at the mall but not the one at an elite party where she came to network and meet with people of class.

Sierra must have told her something about the Kim family to make her react like that. I shot Sierra a glance. She shrugged casually, as if to say, What? I only told her the truth. My grandfather observed the exchange with interest, clearly amused. “Is something wrong?” he asked lightly, his eyes lingering on Violet. “Why do you look so tense?” Violet didn’t answer him immediately. She looked at me instead, silently asking a question. I gave her a small nod. Only then did she turn back to him, a polite smile settling on her lips. “There’s nothing wrong,” she said calmly. “I apologize if it seemed that way. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Violet, Hades’ wife.”

The idea of him being emotional seemed out of character. Noticing Violet, Lucius shot her a glance. Violet took the cue; she hurried away from Howard and approached them. She affectionately greeted, "Grandma." Regina stretched out her hand, and gestured to Violet to stop. Violet knelt in front of the wheelchair, positioning herself lower than Regina. Her appearance was like that of a docile kitten, one you'd want to hug and play with. Dressed in a white dress and floral sneakers, her youthful aura was unmistakable. Her hair cascaded behind her, and her face was animated, resembling that of a high school teenager.

Surprisingly, she didn’t argue; she just stood behind me while I held onto the vine and walked back a few times to pre-run before jumping. But before I jumped, I slipped and fell a couple of feet to the ground, making me yelp in pain. I coughed and looked up at Violet, who smirked victoriously, “Looks like I’ll go first!”

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.”

I wondered, hoping he had healed enough to get back into it, I didn’t want anyone here that I cared about to be vulnerable. “There she is!”. I murmured to Izzy and Zach as Violet caught my eye, when she appeared out of the back palace door. “What are you up to today?”. I spoke aloud as I carefully watched her walking toward the forest. As she got closer, we each hid behind a tree and I peeped around it, and to my surprise, she scanned the gardens to make sure the coast was clear before she quickly hopped over the alarmed fence until both feet were fully off of Whitlock territory.

Valko growled low, straining toward the source like a starving beast. I could hear low voices whispering in hushed tones inside the room. My wolf protested as I decided to eavesdrop on the conversation going on through the door that was half ajar. “He found his mate,” Violet informed Chloe, her second in command, who gasped and covered her mouth as if it was a taboo. “I could still smell her on him,” Violet said to Chloe, her maid. She clenched my fists. “Did I tell you she is human?” Chloe blinked. “Wait… what?

"So, what should we do now, Alfred? We can't escape through the front door." "Are you guys good at jumping?" "What do you mean? Don't tell me you told us to jump through that window." Violet swallowed nervously and pointed at a window. “Only through that is the only way we can escape.” "If I can definitely do it." "How about you, Violet?" "Hmm, if that's the case… I hope I can do it," Violet answered doubtfully. "Alright then, let's jump now." Alfred quickly opened the window wide, then jumped straight through the window. After that followed Charlotte who jumped too, but her body could barely maintain balance. Luckily Alfred caught his body quickly.