Violeta Novel Novels & Stories

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.”

When she looked up, Violet was gone. ** Violet entered the library in the mansion where Alaric was reading. Even with her appearance, he didn't notice her as he was immersed in the book. Violet rolled her eyes, “So you have a library in this mansion and you refused to tell me.” Alaric looked up from his book and gasped when he saw her. Could it be she remembered that he hugged her and came here for revenge? “Purple head,” He said, “You've wake up?”

The warm, wetness of her mouth nearly buckled his knees, never had he expected this kind of pleasure from kissing a human. Violet melted into his arms as they tightened around her, bringing her as close as possible as his tongue slipped in her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist as they became one for a moment, completely oblivious to the world around them that seemed to have gone silent and dark around them. She became aware very quickly that she never wanted this feeling to end. "A

I roared, “and slap each of them as hard as you can!” Violet moved quickly. She rose from the bed, still wrapping her naked body in the large royal sheet, and stepped toward them. She slapped them. Once. Twice. Three times. They all looked shaken… but Mirella broke first. She was the softest. Smoking was the one thing she did better than anyone. She ran. She returned with the book. The words were spoken. And just like that, the mark vanished from Violet’s palm. Violet cried. She ran to me.

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.” THE END BOOK 2 COMING SOON!!!

"I told you, Violetta. Today is about taking your life back. And I’m not going anywhere." 📢 UP NEXT: MIDNIGHT RAIN: The peaceful mountain weather takes a sharp turn. A sudden summer downpour forces Violetta and Caleb to retreat inside the close, intimate confines of the double tent. With the rain drumming against the canvas, the conversation shifts to a deeply passionate, unforgettable turning point in their relationship. Take 10 seconds to add this book in your library and leave a 5-star review below to keep our daily updates burning hot! 💖👇

Violet began to look around the room once and then exclaims: - Oh my God, this room is even bigger than my house in Viga village. Not only bigger, but nicer and sturdier, and warm as well. Oh this mattress, why is it so soft. I've never been able to lie on a mattress as soft as this. It's really nice. Violet happily rolled over on the warm mattress. After a long while, she straightened up and looked up at the ceiling, thinking in her heart:

Violetta pauses. “With all due respect ma’am, I don’t intend to hurt Nova and if you are thinking of telling me their sex I already have my suspicions and I do not care what sex they are. I am immensely attracted to them, but even more so in love with them.” I sigh then under my breath “Cade and Gina are right I just needed to admit it to myself.” “Good! Because Nova doesn’t deserve the hate that they sometimes receive least of all from someone who should be showing them affection!” She pins me with her eyes and I feel like there is more to this that she is not about to tell me.

A storm waiting for her own name, her own myth. And whatever the hell she truly was… we were already hers, bound long before she ever saw us. “Let’s leave, Violet. Don’t tell me you’re already falling for them?” Abigail asked, flipping her hair with that careless mermaid arrogance. Violet jerked like someone slapped her with cold water. “Of course NOT. Are you insane? I’m just waiting for Riven to finish creating my pendant. I’ll be back tomorrow.” She promised with a shrug that fooled no one, not her friends, not us, not the goddess watching from whatever cracked sky birthed her.

His back was stiff, though he pretended everything was normal. Violet sat in the rocking chair by the window, opened her book, and tried to read. But every little sound from behind her made her ears twitch; she didn’t even get through two pages. When it was her turn to wash up, she came out to find the rose petals already cleaned away. She ran her fingers through her still-warm, freshly blown-dry hair and walked toward the living room—Julian was on the couch with his laptop open, typing nonstop, totally absorbed. Busy.