Violeta Novel Novels & Stories

If she could sustain herself with reading then she would. Niccolò threw his arm over my shoulder and offered me one of the cookies on his plate as a promise to keep his teasing to a minimum. I accepted it with a nod. Violet was so lost in her own little world that she didn’t even notice us coming into the library. I recognized the cover of her book and couldn’t help but smirk. ‘Her Cold-Hearted Alpha’ by Moonlight Muse.

“Of course. You gave it to me.” Damien curled his lips slightly, though there was no trace of warmth in his eyes. “What I gave you was one of Elena’s hands. “Not just the gun.” The air instantly froze. Violetta’s expression changed several times before she finally lowered her voice. “But you agreed to it. “Damien, who are you pretending for? Weren’t you the one who said that as long as she kept the position of Mrs. Newman, that would be enough?” Damien didn’t deny it.

“If I tell you something and it is wrong, it will sit in your mind. It will grow. It will poison how you see yourself.” “I am already being poisoned by not knowing.” The words come out sharper than I intended, and he flinches. Violet whimpers. ‘Please stop.’ That’s when it hits me. Violet isn’t afraid of pain. She’s afraid of exposure. She has been filtering something. Keeping something quiet. “You remember more than I do,” I whisper to her. No answer. “You’ve always remembered more.” She retreats, and that retreat feels deliberate.

I'm still trying to identify which language it is and why I understand it perfectly. The woman gets up from the chair and walks towards me, her penetrating gaze watching me closely. "Don't worry; I won't devour you now." She says sarcastically. "I want to know your name." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself and answer her question. "My name is Violet." I reply, my voice slightly hoarse. "What happened to me?" She considers the information for a moment before introducing herself.

I wanted to tear that dress off and take her, feel her body melting in my arms. But still, things had been better between Rayan and me since the end of The Wave, and I didn’t want to throw that away. I needed to keep resisting, just a little more, if only so I could say I had given everything I had. I took a long step back, putting distance between us and averting my gaze while licking my lips. “Luna, I…” “Violet.” She insisted, taking another step toward me, bringing that intoxicating scent closer again. “I’m just Violet to you.”

Ziv skips the topic, "Come on, let's grab something to eat." Emily tugs on my sleeve, "Who is this?" "Oh, this is my mate, Ziv." I introduce. "What?! How can he be your mate!" Lola screams. "What are you suspecting? Miss? I heard your conversation just now, and I'm sorry to tell you that Violet doesn't need to work for two years to buy a car because this car ..." Ziv says, word for word, amidst Lola's gradually embarrassed face, "...belongs to Violet." Ziv purses his lips. His sexy lips are spitting out mean words now, "Also, I'm not interested in you at all. Nor am I interested in knowing your name."

“And remember this: next time, don’t hand your life over to a man who only knows how to use you.” I had someone take her away and settle her elsewhere. Alive, she was far more valuable than dead. What she knew was enough to dig up another layer of information from the people still surrounding Drake. As Drake was forced toward the exit, he suddenly turned back. “Violet!” I stood where I was, watching him. He continued, “Was there ever, even for a second, when you actually loved me?” The question was so absurd that I almost laughed. I walked toward him slowly and stopped just one step away.

In this arrangement, none of it will happen. I’m sitting, and nursing a glass of wine, when the door opens and Violet walks in. She’s draped in a red robe, lingerie underneath, and her skin is flawless, her gray eyes holding me in place as if they’ve claimed me. Those eyes, the same ones that almost made it impossible to reject her when I first learned we were mates, flash through my mind. I remember my feelings wavering, even just for a moment, until the disappointment I saw in her face, her unspoken hatred for my family, drowned every trace of desire.

Violet's pov It hadn't been very easy to locate Elia's shed since it was located in the outskirts of the village. I had to ask some villagers for directions before I could locate the place. But I couldn't help but notice the stares and the whispers. "The Alpha's rejected bride." "The slave bride." "The spirit is against her." "She's a cursed one..." I kept walking in the throes of gossip that filled my path. I brushed angry tears away as I moved forward.

Happy birthday, Kiva, but it was even a happy one, it was just a birthday I was so deep in the music and the crying and the quiet small world of this room that I didn't hear the door. I didn't hear the footsteps. Then a voice behind me said softly— “Who made my sweet pea cry?” I froze, my heart jumped painfully inside my chest– I turned around slowly. Fabian stood near the library doorway holding flowers in one hand his expression was gentle at first. Then he saw my face properly. Saw the red mark still burning against my cheek. And something dangerous entered his eyes. “Tell me their names,” he said quietly.