Violet X Gilbert Novels & Stories

“It's a ritual to ask for help from the demon.” I heaved my body to my feet. Anxiety suddenly hit the peace of my eyeballs. “And what exactly does Hugo want from me?” The girl stepped out of my room. Shortly before she closed the door and locked it, she said, “Wolvire and holy blood.” The feeling of numbness stunned me. Wolvire and holy blood, she said. How lucky to get two gifts at once. I just hope that the rest of my family is still willing to look for this wolvire. Otherwise, I will end up silly in the middle of a ritual that I don't even understand. _______________

Cyrus sucked in a sharp breath, struggling adorably with the word. “See?” Xavier pointed accusingly. “You’re the one teaching your son bad words.” “Shut up.” I narrowed my eyes slightly, watching them. Violet looked radiant, alive, like a moon glowing freely beneath a dark, clouded sky. This version of her wasn’t cautious or restrained. She was simply… herself. My fingers tightened instinctively around the stem of the red wine glass. I didn’t realize how much force I was applying until the glass cracked with a sharp sound, shattering into my palm. Pain flared instantly, hot and biting, as shards dug into my skin.

Celeste A ripple passed through the onlookers, faint but undeniable. Some tilted their heads with newfound curiosity, others exchanged quiet glances that carried more questions than answers. The whispers hadn’t stopped, but their tone had shifted—less dismissive, more intrigued. Violet’s smile stretched tighter, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. She lifted her glass delicately, swirling the champagne as though nothing had touched her composure. “How… admirable,” she drawled, her gaze flicking over me like I was a piece of furniture she was trying to price. “I suppose every successful man needs a capable assistant.”

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

I cried after both of you were gone I went inside and cried myself to sleep. I'm sorry sweet pea I know this letter has taken me way to long to finish you are now three years old. I had hoped that I could have finished the letter before now stating that Miss Peach's threat was over and delt with. The last word I have gotten from your father states he hasn't found her hiding spot yet. He has been dealing with her Golems she has created. I know this isn't great news my dear. Your mom stopped bringing you to me every week as promised. Steven has more control over her than I ever thought possible. When I see you you always ask, "Gma Please keep me. Can I just live with you forever?" My sweet pea

Vincent's voice cut Violet's thought short and dragged her out of her reverie. "Huh...?" She shifted her attention to him. When she saw his confused face, she smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah! My name is Violet Rhodes. The CEO of SHAVIO AUTOS AND ELECTRICALS," she removed her business card from her purse and handed it over to him. He also did the same thing.

I blinked back the sting behind my eyes. "I left you with him," Violet continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "and I swore that day I would do anything and everything to save Xavier. Even if it meant killing my own." Her fingers closed around the vial again. I stiffened. "What are you going to do with my blood?" Violet's lips curled into a smile. "Isn’t it obvious?" My silence only made her laugh. "You’re not as clever as you think," she said softly, then sighed like a disappointed teacher. "But since you asked…"

Is that why she walked away? I found myself not wanting her to be angry. "Your Highness? Your Highness?" Tyler shouts in my ear, "Did you hear what I'm saying?" "Shut up!" I say coldly, and Tyler shivers in fear. "S.. sorry your highness. Did I say something wrong?" Tyler again begins to ramble on and on. I pinch my brows, feeling a little annoyed. I do not want my real identity to be exposed so soon ...... Violet's POV

Her right hands clinched to her left wrist as she looked at space. “Ursula Theodore”, Violet’s mother did have a long history of abusive men and psychologically why Violet, a beautiful, smart and modern woman would take a low life Jonathan as a lover. During my search for Violet I had employed a private investigator who had informed me who Jonathan was, A pathological gambler and a failed artist. The car engine dropped at the sight of the tacos signboard, The domineering light seemed to catch Violet’s attention as she gazed upon the light lustfully.

When Xander thrusts in too hard and violently. Now the pain is slowly disappearing replaced by an uncomfortable fullness. Violet just had to adjust to Xander's size. "Should we stop this?" Violet shook her head "no. Don't." Her passion had taken over. Huh will she regret it tomorrow when she wakes up. As Xander started to move his hips Violet instantly bit her lip to hold back this embarassing sigh that forced out. Xander's thumb brushed her lips "don't hold it" "I want to hear your voice"