Violet Wilde Hopps Novels & Stories

When she reached the other side, she got out of the water and unconsciously smiled at how alike the hall looked like except nothing was written in front of this hall. She was about to take a step to the building when she realized it was inappropriate so she stopped. It'd be best to go back to the lotus lake building and stay low. It would be a disaster if this was the manor of the leader of Star Clan. So she did what a normal person would do, she jumped back into the lake filled with lotus flowers and started swimming.. But she halted when she felt something under the water. Could it be a frog? A wet blonde long hair emerged from the water making Violet's heart skip a beat. A dead person's h

Carissa hopped down from the railing outside the pavilion, plucked a rose, and bit it between her teeth. She flipped over three more times, then nimbly swung herself back up, landing lightly beside Violet. She stretched out her arms and faced her friend, offering the rose in her mouth with a smile. Though there were tiny beads of sweat dotting her forehead, her bright eyes twinkled. Violet snatched the flower from her, glaring at her in mock anger. "Seriously? You're the Hell Monarch's princess consort and you're flipping around like that? Isn't that embarrassing? Do you have no shame?"

She didn’t want Jack to be too dependent on her and Jack obeyed because he really felt addicted to her scent, presence and taste. She became more popular after Harold acknowledged her as his granddaughter. Zoe didn’t play anymore tricks except interacting with Val whenever they met in events which led to scandals but soon dissolved as she denied them openly, how savage my baby is. Yes Jack took Val to many award shows with him together with WESFA.

I shout to Neil, who is also shifting, "I may be an Omega, but I'll show you that smokers and drunks like you are trash!" Zane's POV Violet's clothes crack inch by inch and she shifts into a purple-furred wolf. As an omega, she isn't small. Her size is like a normal werewolf and even looks more powerful. Her purple fur shines silvery in the sunlight, carrying a sense of sacredness and looking very beautiful. ‘Just let me take over and I can take these guys out pretty easily.’ Ziv yells. Neil is lunging at Violet but is slapped to the ground with her paw. Violet bites down hard on the bridge of Neil's nose, and red blood roams out of his wound.

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

He instructed William to give the contract to me after he read it. Even if I didn’t want to, I had to take the document and read it. The staring Mr. Walker gave me was like the clown I saw at a theme park during my summer trip while I was in kindergarten. And yeah I had Coulrophobia after that trip. Thanks to that clown. I sit on the chair and read the contents of the contract for a year or when you’re not needed. Miss Violet Hank will be personal assistant/ secretary to Mr. Zaer Walker for two years. This contact will be available as soon as it Miss Violet Hank sign it.

Violet urges, and the raven takes a breath. “Okay,” she mutters. “Never Have I Ever...” She drawls in thought. She hadn’t done many things, but she was sure these girls have. Anything she chose should be a fair shot at getting one of their fingers down. And so, she spits her first thought. “Been to a circus.” “Oh-“ Nadia mutters, putting a finger down as she turns in her seat. She peaks around to the raven, asking, “Wait? You haven’t?”

she mumbled. I stared at her, completely caught off guard. “Wait… what?” Violet hesitated, biting her lip before finally speaking again. “I’ve kind of had a crush on Casper for a while,” she admitted, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. What? Wait what? I gasped, my eyes widening. “You’re serious?” She nodded, still blushing. “Ever since we danced together at the festival a few weeks ago.” I couldn’t help but grin, and I reached out to playfully nudge her. “Violet! You never told me that!”

I pulled the small bundle up to my chest, wrapping him in the tattered remains of my skirt to shield him from the wind. "Please. Please, don't be silent. Cry. Scream. Anything." I whispered, rubbing his tiny, purple back. I brushed the blood and vernix from his face. He was tiny, but perfect. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A tuft of jet-black hair. And then, his eyes opened. I gasped. They weren't blue like Lucas’s. They weren't brown like mine. They were Violet. A glowing, electric purple that seemed to glow with power, illuminating the dark hollow of the tree.