Violeta Novel Novels & Stories

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”

MY GIFT My violets, I did not stop loving you, You are my sunshine in the darkness, My gem in the wilderness that made me smile, You are special, my violets. You make me laugh in my odd moments, The love of my life, the violets I caressed, I adore your face; it takes my breath away. You are the violet I adore; you are the one I adore. Chorus: Here I am giving my gift, on your special day, You are the violets in my hands that bring joy to my heart. You inspired me, my dear, so here is my gift,

Violetta, or should she be called by her real name, Sekinat says picking up her suitcase. Violetta is actually a muslim Yoruba woman from Ibadan, Nigeria named Sekinat Omowunmi Omolori. She was hired by Aleesha to hide and hide an app on Sa'eed's phone. The real Violetta has been kidnapped but released yesterday by yours truly, Aleesha. Now she's going to be offered a job in Greece for sacrificing her virginity to Aaron the son of the manager of the hotel at Santorini where Sa'eed and Halima spent a little of their honeymoon.

I slowly lowered myself to sit down next to her. “How?” I ask. She opens her eyes, they are wide, the pupils dilated to the point they take up most of her beautiful eyes. She looks to me. “What?” she stutters. “How did you do that?” I question. “I don’t know. Azaria was there. Pushing forward, then a voice came through. I thought it would be hers like she had done before, but it wasn’t. Was that Eliza? She called you son.” Violet reached for my hand, her skin was icy cold. Even colder than when she first touched me.

She firmly demands. “Agree to your terms.” I reply. Our order is called, and Violetta quickly walks over to grab her drink and food. Her ponytail bounces behind her. Violetta has beautiful wavey hazelnut brown hair that goes to her mid back, but she keeps it pulled back for work which I understand given her occupation. I follow suit in grabbing my part of our order and follow her to a secluded corner of the seating area for people to eat their purchased goods. We are sitting across from one another. I gaze into Violetta’s hazel eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful and she doesn’t even know it.

Violet let out a chuckle. It echoed through the living room. Everyone was silent as they looked at her with a deep gaze. Violet walked over to the center and stopped a few away from Leo and the woman. "Let me introduce her, Alpha Leo." She turned to everyone and said, "Meet her. She is Selena, Alpha Leo's mate and his childhood sweetheart." Everyone frowned and whispered, "Mate? Childhood sweetheart?" "What rubbish!" Leo growled. Violet grinned at him and pulled out a diary from her bag. Leo froze when he recognized the diary. It was his diary.

She pressed her palms together. No. Don’t think like that. He has always protected you. He fought wars for you. He held your hand when you gave birth. But the memory of the vineyard came back. The way Victoria had appeared. The way Draven had defended helping her. And now— The speed with which he had left. Violetta stood up and walked to the balcony. The night wind brushed against her skin. She saw the car lights disappear through the gates. Her chest tightened painfully. “Why does this feel wrong?” she whispered to herself.

She walked over to Luna, embracing her with open arms, as if she were the true daughter-in-law all along. Violet stood there, her body trembling, her mind reeling. She was pregnant. She was carrying Christian’s child, and yet, no one seemed to care. They were all celebrating- celebrating the fact that he had chosen her sister instead of her. Her own mother was rejoicing, hugging Luna tightly as if she was the true victor in this sick game. The room seemed to blur around her. The voices became distant, like echoes in a vast, empty space. Violet’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as the betrayal washed over her again and again. The pain was relentless, m

She had no say here, she knew, but she vented her feelings about the big rude pig by glaring at the floor. “Woman-servant Violet. Look at me.” Right away, she snapped her head up to meet Right-Guardian Michael’s eyes. “Now,” he said softly. “Tell us everything, right from the beginning.” Without any hesitation, Violet did exactly that. She told him about Briley rescuing Iris from the Garden basement, then taking Violet from the Garden, then the drive back to Colorado. She told him how Iris was going by the name Elle, and she was working for her own money and living with a red-bearded mountain of a man. She told him all about The Road Devils, and their depraved lifestyle and behavior, and fin

A deluge of works scattered throughout the room and hours spent conjuring up concept after concept, yet nothing stuck the way I thought it would. It wasn't that I didn't love every bit of meaning and intention I had put into Femme de Sexe, but a novel inclination that I wanted more than surface-level exploration. There was a personal aspect still missing. Settling on the last piece, a book medium, I found the donation rather peculiar. The only thing that tilted the cover were the words Sine Qua Non in embroidered cursive. Sifting through the pages revealed that it was a journal filled with excerpts and prose, possibly love letters of intimacy exchanged between two people.