Violetta Characters Novels & Stories

Violet was overwhelmed by the vastness of this mansion. Actually walking around the villa is also Fotune's daily job. She needed to do this because it enabled Fotune to observe all the situations in this villa, every position in the villa had to be perfect. Because in this area, Basil's villa is also known as "Perfect Villa 612". All thanks to Fotune who always takes care of little by little. On the way Violet followed Fotune, there were also many other maids who saw Fotune and Violet. Some people admire and others envy Violet because Violet has just arrived and has received special treatment from Fotune. But among the servants, there are more haters than fans.

I stop walking and turn to face him. “Everybody knows that Mrs. Valentino died in a car accident.” He scowls. “Did my sister also have to obey rules around here too? I have watched enough films to know that tampering with a car is possible. Causing the vehicle to lose control and appear to be involved in a regular collision.” “Walk!” He mumbles, wrapping his hand firmly around my upper arm as he urges me to keep shuffling forward. I struggle against him, tearing my arm from his grasp. “You know, she pleaded with me to get Savannah out of this villa before she took her last breath!” My eyes brim with tears. “But now I see that it is Alessandro whom I must save her from.

I let myself in through the side door instead of the main entrance, hoping to reach the study before anyone noticed I'd left. She was already standing at the bottom of the stairs. Valentina had a robe pulled over her shoulders, her arms crossed, her hair pulled back like she'd been in the middle of getting ready for bed before something stopped her. "Who was at the gate?" she asked. I stopped walking. "Nobody important." "Don't do that." "Do what?" "Lie to me like I can't see the gates from my window." Her eyes narrowed. "I saw the headlights, Renzo. Two of them. One coming, one leaving."

Violetta Calla stands next to me as we wait for our order. She’s on edge as she nervously plays with the black stethoscope around her neck. Her celine blue scrubs hide her coca cola shape figure as well as her nice sized breasts. I’ve been watching Violetta from an affair for years. Her father said she was to be my wife, and I want her to be my wife. I wanted to claim her when her father died but the DeLuca’s claimed her first. War isn’t something I wanted to start. Besides, she was only fourteen at the time and I was already eighteen. I figured it was best to let her be with them until I could reclaim her as mine.

“I’m done with you for now, but by the time I get you back here, I want to hear nothing but confessions. Or else, I'll have not just your heads but also those of your family members on a spike at the front of my gate. Am I clear?” “Yes, your graciousness.” They all said rapidly, running out of the room. “This better be good because I was in the middle of something important,” I said to the one who stood before me. “Oh, it’s going to blow your mind.” “Then out with it already.” “Violetta. The one you were so sure I could keep as mine.” “Mhmm.” “She’s been marked.” My eyes bulged. “What? Did I hear you right? She’s been what?”

Rolling down the window, I ask "Who are you and why do you want to talk to me?" "My name is Violetta. I'm Tommaso's mother. Can we talk?" What? ****************************************************

Violetta whispered with a sigh. After the guests had dispersed, Giovanni pushed the door open and entered. Violetta was about to leave when he smiled warmly at her. "Ms. Bellario, thank you for taking care of Marcella." Violetta waved her hand and grinned. "It's nothing. Marcella is my best friend, so I'll always look out for her." With that, she winked at me and hurried out. The room fell into silence, filled with the faint scent of cologne. My heart pounded like a drum as I kept my head down, not daring to meet his eyes.

Some others looked like they were wealthy, but weren't necessarily important figures. “Okay girls,” Violetta said in a hushed tone. “Time to make mama proud. Remember it’s all about making these men feel good. Don't forget who we're representing.” Then she turned to Evie and whispered into her ear, "I don’t know why Lorenzo picked you to be his escort. Maybe he likes what he sees or maybe he’s just way too horny to care. Whatever the reason may be, don’t disappoint me this time. Remember the whipping. I won’t hesitate to do that again. Do you hear me?"

And the daughter of the man I’ve hated my entire life. She stands near the grand staircase, her silk dress a deep shade of lavender, her golden hair loose around her shoulders. She looks soft, untouchable—an illusion wrapped in grace. But all I see is betrayal. All I see is my mother’s lifeless face, the fire, the lies. Violet’s eyes widen when she sees me. “Bianca Romano?” Her voice is warm, startled even, as if she’s genuinely glad. “Vincenzo didn’t tell me you were coming—”

It seemed that was all that was missing for these two, F******k official, Darren seemed to be dragging his feet, the big debate of a guy his age, to actually commit to a committed relatioship or continue the casual flirtation that usually turned to friends with benefits. The girls had made one complete turn of the downstairs as Violet finished up the last sips of her second cup of beer, she felt the felt the tingles of the liquid starting the beginning process of what they did best, intoxicate. Violet took no notice of the stranger in the corner that had his eyes on her even before she walked through the doors. He had noticed her presence even before she made a physical appearance in front