Violeta Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"I do." My hands weren't quite steady when I took it. The pages smelled like lavender. The handwriting was elegant, quick, the writing of someone who had a lot to say and didn't want to lose any of it. The early entries were ordinary, good ordinary, the kind that made you understand who someone was before you learned what happened to them. Stories about the palace. Four children who tested every limit available to them. Damien refusing vegetables with the specific stubbornness only small children managed. A smile came out of me before I could stop it. Then the entries changed.

Violet I flipped the eggs over in the pan, savouring the silence in the house while my eggs sizzled and mentally constructing the next scene for my novel. My laptop was seating beside my mug of tea, the cursor blinking questionably at me, knowing the deadline for my publisher was creeping in and while I was close to wrapping up the book, some chapters still remained and a couple others needed to be rewritten. I turned off the gas and slipped my eggs on a plate, adding crispy bacon, melted cheese and toast before settling down in front of my laptop. While I ate, my phone lighted up to show a message pop up. It was Dominic.

Violet sighed. “He is like that,” Listening to Violet’s answer, she asked further. "And what is his name?" Violet tied the last knot of her bandage and then looked into her azure eyes. "His name is Zale Alcazar," Violet answered, causing that small smile to fall from her face at that name.

ALPHA RAGNAR The fire in my chamber was burning low, crackling softly, but even that sound felt too loud in the stillness. I had been sitting in the same chair for what felt like hours. I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just sat there with a straight face, staring at nothing. But in my head, everything was spinning. Violeta. The girl that came out of nowhere. The healer everyone suddenly loved. The one with glowing hands and strange eyes. The one who made my daughter softer.

a painfully familiar female voice jerked me out of my little reverie I silently cursed at the voice and with difficult effort opened my eyes I looked up to see a woman with familiar lovely deep blue eyes and Silver hair smile at me "Hey Violet, Wanna talk" ---------- Author's note💖 And we are at the end of this chapter, honestly i didn't want to end it, the drama was just too much Violet loves Violence, especially with the Way she spoke to Dale, I mean she can't be blamed though, her parents did her dirty by practically selling her, she had every rights to be riled up

"Tell me everything that you know." Violet is visibly shaking in the corner of the cottage. Her little legs are bouncing up and down as she tries to formulate sentences. "I don't know. It is different this time. She has never come asking about specific people before." "And she came specifically asking for Natalia and Margaret?" Victor asks and Violet nods her head once before looking down at her hands. "Who is your sister?" I cannot help but to interrupt their conversation. "Larissa," Violet says quietly. "She is a servant under the King."

Everything will fall apart. Violet- Valeria Siankovski's end will be in my own hands. And I had to move fast.

Violet’s P.O.V. I went to follow after Hael when Carmen spoke. “Don’t you want to know who’s after you, Violet? What I have to say might just surprise you.” There was a decision to make, and it was time I stepped up to the plate. The power and authority of a Luna ran in my blood. I was no longer the forgotten bookworm forever perched in her gilded cage, waiting for the moment when someone came and set her free.