Violetta Characters Novels & Stories

How could she not have noticed the sword before? Musa furrowed her eyebrows, “Who are you and why do you recognize me as Musa? That name no longer needs to be tied to me!” Violet stared down at her feet, then back at the sword. “My name is Yak Ann Sinora but many know me as Violet.” Musa held the sword closer to Violet's face. “Who are you? I've never heard the name before and I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.” Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance.

Hiding behind nobility when really I was just a coward. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of becoming something else. Afraid of— “Enzo Santini. As I live and breathe.” I looked up. Violet. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, barely dressed in her costume. Red lace that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Violet.” I didn’t move. Just watched her with detached interest. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Just sank onto the couch beside me. Close. Too close.

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.”

Main Characters: Violet Willow Wade - Luna Queen of the Royal Moonstone Pack (Wolf’s name Willa) Violet is a strong Alpha female, having lost her mother at the age of 5 she was brought up by her father and brother. Her mother had died in a rogue attack and ever since she has seen her brother and father being extremely protective over her. At the age of 19, she is the strongest female warrior in the pack, she has trained all her life because she did not want to be vulnerable or weak in front of anyone. She is very loving and caring in nature and is loved by her entire pack for her gentleness and kindness towards them. She despises old customer especially being sold to someone as their bride a

He told me with admiration shining in his eyes as he watched her laying her on the counter. “Don't I know it,” I said looking at her too. This was Violet we were talking about, quite unpredictable. Quick to smile at you and also quick to reprimand you when she feels you are acting in a way she doesn't like. I knew I wanted her, I just needed to make her see that too. Her head shot up causing both of us to jump back in shock.

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, the woman who drafted every rule in this underworld. Yet Drake Leon, the man I held close for a decade, was now defying them all. The Godfather’s winter banquet was the most exclusive event in New York’s underworld. Anyone seated at the main table held the power of life and death over half the city, and the seat to the right of the head chair—the one that should have been mine—was now occupied by a girl in an out-of-place white dress.

I pressed the red button and turned off my phone. Violet walked out from the fitting room and took her bag on the sofa. She walked out from the shop completely ignoring me. I walked out from the shop following her and stopped her by catching her wrist. "Where are you going?" "If you're busy then go to work.. Why are you here? Someone was willing to be with me earlier." She said in a really sarcastic tone, she's completely mad. I scoffed and looked at her disbelief. "I'm your fiance.. in case you forgot."

Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in. The thought of that rude woman made her blood boil. She recalled the way she treated Mila, called her slave and insulted her. Then she was Xavier's mistress meaning she'd be here regularly. Violet sat beside a beautiful red rose bush, and bringing her knees up, she leaned close and enjoyed the sweet scent of the flowers. She slowly traced their little buds and stem, then hissed quietly when something pricked her finger and she just starting to suck on it when a small growl froze her.

“I’ll come back for you properly.” And then he was gone. Through the window. Vanished. The silence returned. I tied my towel back around myself, sinking to the floor, shaking… caught between terror and longing. Heart still pounding from him, from the audacity, from the danger. And then… The door slammed open. Queen Helena strode in. Her presence hit the room like poison. “You are something else, Violet,” she hissed. “I wanted you dead. But you’re lucky this time. Don’t think it will last. And as for the love spell you used on my son…”

Oriana leaned back slightly in her chair. “And if I say no?” Ciro held her gaze calmly. “You won’t.” The annoying part was that he was probably right. Violetta stood suddenly. “Well,” she announced brightly, “that’s my cue to leave before the sexual tension in this room develops its own seating arrangement.” Oriana nearly inhaled her tea. Ciro closed his eyes briefly like a man enduring a personal trial. Violetta pointed at Oriana while walking backward toward the door. “Wear something devastating,” she said.