Violeta Novel Novels & Stories

Violet gives me the most mesmerizing gaze as she takes a few steps closer till there is almost no room between us. “This morning? I don't know what you're talking about, Leo,” she taunts. Before I can react, Violet grabs my arm and throws me on the bed. I land on my back with her still standing above me. Her lovely brown eyes search my face like a lioness and I find myself unable to move. “Are you referring to when your subordinate messed with me?” Her face is now inches away from mine. “Or are you talking about when you became a walking hurricane of fury because I got hurt?” Violet maintains her stance for a few moments longer before bursting into laughter and stepping back.

Oblivious to her charm, the woman with red hair and violet eyes continued to pluck flowers. “Drip by drip, your blood will stain. I'll wear your pain like silk and chain,” Violet finished the last verse of the song as she plucked the last poison flower and dropped it into her basket with a pleased smile. With the task complete, she pivoted on her heels, the hem of her gown sweeping against the grass as she made her way back to the hut. The teasing sway of her delicate curves and the graceful arch of her spine held a temptation that not even a monk could resist.

Hiding behind nobility when really I was just a coward. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of becoming something else. Afraid of— “Enzo Santini. As I live and breathe.” I looked up. Violet. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, barely dressed in her costume. Red lace that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Violet.” I didn’t move. Just watched her with detached interest. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Just sank onto the couch beside me. Close. Too close.

Eyes too bright. A woman with a name powerful men had tried to turn into a file. She touched the mirror. “I’m still here,” she whispered. The lights flickered. Once. Then held. Violet laughed softly. “Yeah. I know. You are too.” She climbed into bed with the Briar envelope beneath her pillow and Theodore Cain across the hall. For almost five minutes, nothing happened. That, more than anything, made sleep pull at her. Then, just as her eyes began to close, something tapped softly against the window.

Violet murmured brokenly as she sobbed silently, she put off her clothes gently and slipped into the jacuzzi tub scrubbing her body in the milky warm bath however she couldn't enjoy this one because she is in a jiffy . Over the years , Violet had always wished to have a princess kind of life like Vanessa's but it seems life had granted it to her in an unpleasant manner, a dream which she sadly wants to wake up from but can't. .... .... " Ding ding" the door bell interrupted violet's thought as she slipped into a white flowery robe on the bed . She opened the door with rather shaky hands , she peeps slightly at the door when two ladies walked in , though without the make up box ,she recognize

Violet never had a tattoo, she never had a child, she never had half ears, I stayed with her since we got into the university then what is going on? I sat on the floor, my shirt soaked with tears, my mind came back to reality when I heard a knock on my door, I looked at the clock and realized I had been on the floor for more than two hours. "Food is ready," Violet opened the door and put her head inside the room with a smile on her face. "Violet, the person who killed my Layana is also a mother, how can a mother be so cruel, what if it was her child," I cried, Violet knelt before me and hugged me.

Chapter 44 POV Violet Insomnia had always been a tale to me and today makes it the first night without sleep since I got in the mansion. I had thought my night will go beautiful after my shower but my eye’s stayed put staring at space and my heart ponder about my life. Violet Baroli, a girl born of Judith and Anderson Baroli. who lived all her life in the slums of Texas and Louisiana now sleeps on a king size bed in the an astonishing residential area with clean air and no noise of underground trains.

"She's rewriting history." "Violet controlled everything. The money, the social connections, even access to her own father." Victoria's voice grew stronger. "She systematically excluded Layla from family events. Made her feel worthless. Unwanted. And when Layla finally found someone who made her feel valued, Violet couldn't stand it." A reporter called out a question I couldn't hear. Victoria nodded, continued.

Violet几个字没有吐出来，他这一定是做戏的吧，怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错，叫她为“Agatha”，所以就在平时也将她当Violet了。