Violetta Characters Novels & Stories

my voice was barely above a whisper. “Oh, no. You're not.” Violetta walked confidently into the room, crossing her legs like she was on a runway. “Buried in you is the continuity of Hellbound pack’s royalty. You can't be selfish,” I was taken aback by her concern. ‘Since when did Violetta start caring?’ “Get the Luna, a steamy cup of beverage, native pasta with shrimps and a fruit platter,” I heard the orders she gave to Nicolle, which she immediately rushed to complete, but I was hung on the part where she called me Luna.

“You do not need to sound like this knowing fully well you wanted to be like us. You always did like to roll with the rich ass, spoilt folks so there is no need to act all high and mighty now. Besides, I also have good news for you” Violetta held his gaze for a long second. “He is not dead,” she said. “Your aim is just as shitty as you are but he is in a coma and you may still get your wish.” Violetta stepped back, smoothing down the front of her coat. “I only came here out of courtesy but should in case you decide to put me in the middle of this mess. I will have to fight back, Julian and believe me when I say I do not want to fight you.”

I toss the file back onto the leather blotter, leaning my palms flat against the desk as my mind begins to dismantle the data, rearranging the pieces until they align with the only logical reality that exists. A handyman. A blue-collar laborer who fixes loose floorboards and handles local building maintenance. It’s a theater production. A calculated, multi-layered smoke screen designed by whoever is holding her leash at Atlas Holdings. Violetta is a proud woman. She spent three years standardizing her tastes to the highest echelons of society under my roof. She knows the value of a tailored seam, the pedigree of vintage wines, and the social weight of my family name. She would never lower he

Her right hands clinched to her left wrist as she looked at space. “Ursula Theodore”, Violet’s mother did have a long history of abusive men and psychologically why Violet, a beautiful, smart and modern woman would take a low life Jonathan as a lover. During my search for Violet I had employed a private investigator who had informed me who Jonathan was, A pathological gambler and a failed artist. The car engine dropped at the sight of the tacos signboard, The domineering light seemed to catch Violet’s attention as she gazed upon the light lustfully.

Vincenzo yelled punching him. “No! No! I will speak!” He yelled. “Great. I’m listening.” Vincenzo sat down on the chair facing him. “Violet isn’t American. Her last name isn’t Anderson.” “Yes she is. I know her since we were babies.” I snapped. “Her name is Valeria Siankovski. Valeria Violet Siankovski. She is Russian. She’s the daughter of Konstantin Siankovski.” He added. “What the fuck are you talking about? Konstantin Siankovski died a long time ago. He doesn’t have any children.” Gio said.

I walk up to the table excitedly holding my hand out to the two people next to Colette. "Hi! I'm Emma!" The male stands up first, he has dark brown hair and grey eyes like mine. "Nick." His voice is firm as he shakes my hand which is equally as firm. The female stands up practically pushing Nick out of the way to shake my hand. "Valentine." Valentine has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her hair color is almost identical to Alison's. Before I can say anything else the sound of loud footsteps coming down the stairs makes us all turn around.

Jesse and Benita appear in front of us Benita faces Violet, she speaks "What an amazing speech, tell me, weren't you suppose to talk about how much you adore your soon to be husband?, let me guess, you didn't have what to say about him, instead, you wanted people to pity you, sad". Violet scoffed "You sound dumber every time I hear you". "Why you little -". She raises her hand I immediately grab it I glare at her "You better not touch her". She gulps looking at the crazy look in my eyes.

she asked as she took that long red hair to curl around her finger "what do you want me to do? A war against the archduke's family?" "No dear...worse" a mischievous smile invaded her lips, one that would be unusual on the face of a child of that age "villains are not just people who cause blood...they are people who also cause agony, social isolations, an emotional hell. ..." the tone became velvety at that moment, one that completely fit with that image, the image of someone telling his Machiavellian plan "all you need to do, my dear violet... is see a way to bring the sea of fire to him."

Dora said. "What do you know about Violette?" Carla's frown lessened. "That fact that she's currently with Massimo Visconti? I believed she was really his wife, but that ended after he killed my son and I made my research. Violette shares a resemblance with his wife so she's taking her place" Dora explained. "So what's the point?" Carla replied. "Violette is a human with weakness, i saw a lot of it when she was in my mansion" Dora said craftily.

She had such a unique hand writing. My letter from my grandmother reads: My Dearest Violet, I wrote this letter to you to explain things to you that you will need to know once you turn sixteen that I know I can't explain out loud without sobbing greatly. Sweetheart if you have received this letter not by my hand that means I have passed before your sixteenth birthday and I won’t be able to answer any questions you have. Honey right now you are just a mere baby and your father has already left. By now you must have realized that I am not your mother's mom but your father's mom. First I need to tell you that your father didn't just up and leave y'all behind. He loved your mother and you very m