Violetta Characters Novels & Stories

"You've grown so elegant lately, Talia. Look at that bone structure!" I watched them from the railing, amazed at how much insincerity a human—or wolf—could stomach. These were the same women who used to whisper that Talia was a common gutter-stray. Now, they were desperate to share in her stolen glory. I had no interest in their games, but Ruby Kallis—a woman who looked like she’d been assembled by a plastic surgeon—decided to sharpen her claws on me. "Ivy? What are you doing here?" Ruby smirked, her pink maxi dress fluttering in the wind. "I didn't think you and the Yoris family were on speaking terms. Are you here to beg Blake for a second chance?"

Violet let out a chuckle. It echoed through the living room. Everyone was silent as they looked at her with a deep gaze. Violet walked over to the center and stopped a few away from Leo and the woman. "Let me introduce her, Alpha Leo." She turned to everyone and said, "Meet her. She is Selena, Alpha Leo's mate and his childhood sweetheart." Everyone frowned and whispered, "Mate? Childhood sweetheart?" "What rubbish!" Leo growled. Violet grinned at him and pulled out a diary from her bag. Leo froze when he recognized the diary. It was his diary.

I glare at Melinda as my eyes meet with her's, her hand hangs in the air, and she looks shocked and terrified like I've seen her In the worst position she'll want me to see her, and thank Goodness Violet isn't hurt yet. She gives me a pretentious smile, uncurling her fisted hands up in the air and gradually bringing them down to her sides, “Vincenzo…..” she says with another smile trying to deceive me but I know better now I've seen the devil that lives beneath that facade she carries her feigning innocence, I can tell she's cooking up a lie in her head, Violet doesn't say anything, “What are ... .you doing here?” She stutters with a nervous chuckle, the shock and fear in her voice are evide

She looks up from her table with a smile. “Ah, Violet Wolfia, glad to see you’re back,” she says and licks her finger before reaching for a paper. She has glasses and blonde hair caught in a tidy bun. Not one of those messy ones you always read about in bad romance novels. “I’ve matched you with three people. They all fit what you’re looking for, and I have their pictures right here. Curious about what their species might be?” Her words take me aback. “Umm, aren’t they all werewolves?”

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.

Few figures are as compelling as a female spy. She's unthinkably brave, valiant, and strong. She does things most of us can't even imagine. Special Agent Violet is a well-known sociopath. She's married to her work and not really into relationships. But what if SA Violet meets the charming, handsome, unadorned son of a very well-known and rich businessman that she saved from the most wanted fugitive of the FBI? But what about Agent Eric? Who will she choose?... Will they melt her icy cold heart?

I looked at the scar across her cheek and noticed that it did in fact look less prominent. "I think it's due to them being vampire royalty," I said assuredly and Violet shrugged. I told her what Selene had said and Violet shook her head. I grabbed her hand and we appeared outside on the porch. Violet sat in the rocking chair and I stood glancing across the yard. I watched Heidi the small brownie coming toward us with her small hands on her tiny hips and a scowl on her odd face.

Whatever happens, I’d always respect Livie for who she was: the strong, honest, and admirable woman she had become after what happened at such a young age. At the unfortunate age of nine, Livie had had the misfortune to lose her mother in a very traumatizing way. Ella, that was her name, had not been feeling well that day because of a migraine, she had told her husband she’d lie down for a while to get some rest, and Livie's father never imagined that those would be the last words he would hear from the mouth of his beloved.

Ellaine didn’t doubt his intentions, “Well then. If that’s what you want.” She turned and there.. The very persona of huge Virsathen tree was right in front of her. A thought struck her. The tree in her dream was really the Virsathen. Does that mean she’s destined to find Lenriad? She heard soft voices singing and felt a light, happy mood around her. “Finrod! I’m glad you’re alright.” A woman in white robe rushed towards him and threw her arms at him. That little scene seized Ellaine’s attention away from the Virsathen tree.

Violet tried to ignore the look in their eyes as she kept walking while holding back her sadness. Selina's maid then pretended she was going to fall, pushing Violet's body so that she fell to the floor. Lucian turned his head in startle at the sound of glass breaking on the floor. Sadness filled his eyes when he saw Violet was on the floor. Her uniform was stained with red wine. “I'm so sorry,” Selina's maid said as she helped Violet to her feet. She put on a sorry face, but she laughed evilly inside. The noble girls who there stared at Violet with hatred and disgust in their eyes. “She's so disgusting! Her body is as dirty as her uniform,” one girl said. The other girls smiled scornfully.