Violeta Novel Novels & Stories

“Sort of. I mean, she wasn’t exactly social, but we… talked sometimes. I thought I’d come say hello.” Her eyes flicked to the journal on the table. “You’re… reading her notes?” I closed it gently. “Trying to make sense of them.” She hesitated, then took a step inside, uninvited but harmless. “Elara was… different,” Violet said, scanning the cottage. “She saw things most people pretend not to. She believed in the old ways.” I frown in confusion, “The old ways?” She smiled. “You’ll see.” I wasn’t sure if that was a promise or a warning.

“That’s a lie, and we both know it. You feel something for me, and if you just give in, I promise you that there will be a mate bond.” Give in? I stutter, my mind reeling. “Give in? To what, exactly?” I try to push back, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The amusement that had been twinkling in his eyes moments ago is gone now, replaced by a serious, almost pleading look. “To me, Violet,” he says softly. “Give in to how you feel about me. Give in to us.” “But,” I begin hesitantly, my voice barely more than a whisper, “all the lies...the secrets...”

Violet opened her glassy eyes, a drop of tears streaming down the side of her face. "Cum inside me," she said without breaking eye contact. Another command. "Ugh," I felt my blood rush there, making me dizzy for a second as I straightened in my kneeling position and let it all out. All out, all in, because I could feel her getting filled up as she held her boobs and squeezed her eyes shut, grinding her orgasm against me as I slammed in with the rest of mine. As the last drop entered her, I collapsed on her side, ready to pull out when she tightened her hold on my waist.

His eyes flicked to Cole and it seemed intentional as he said, “And so do I.” Hailey peeked at me and waved her fingers, her anxious eyes darting toward Cole. ‘Bye, Violet.’ Check out my new book CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and BRIDE TO BE. @Gupta

His small body curled softly against me, warm and trusting, and I pressed my cheek lightly to the top of his head. Across the courtyard, Violet abandoned her conversation and made her way to the trays again. Her steps lost their earlier confidence. She looked over each bottle, her breath growing uneven as she searched for the one she had planted. She found it in the wrong position and froze. She whispered something under her breath, then lifted it too quickly, like she expected it to disappear from her hand.

Violet (POV) After dinner, I went to my room and looked at my phone. I see thousands of text messages from my friends I started answering them. After a few minutes, I sat down on a chair next to my window and started to think about what happened the last few days First Mia and Chad died then I found out that they weren't even my real parents, I came to live with my dad and brothers and they are the fucking leaders of the mafia, Murphy comes back and my new friend is his sister, I get kidnapped almost raped

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.

Taking off his tie, he tied her hands together, and did not care if the burns were broken, raise her legs once more to take her, "Ramma Aubrey you bastard, I hate you" Orly Lazy's tears kept falling slowly, it was ridiculous, in the book it is said that this is an intimate water fish but from her point of view it is a haunting torture... Ling Ling Lazy stood outside, pressed her ear to the door, wanted to eavesdrop on what was going on inside, but no matter how she heard, this room was not too soundproof, it could happen. everything everyone knows, makes her heart burn like fire, seeing Orly Lazy leave a divorce petition, she was overjoyed, she didn't need to lose any strength to be able to

was a word far fetched from how I was feeling. Her hair clung to her neck, dripping wet, and a towel barely covering her curves wrapped around her breast. Her figure was so obvious. Fucking tempting. My jaw slackened, and my eyes traced every drop of water that glistened on her skin. Violet! Was this a dream? The red hair, those thighs. My gaze flickered to her face. Hazel green eyes peered into mine. I could swear that every damn feature of hers spoke Violet aside from her eyes. They were the only thing that spelled Sophia Crane.

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t