Violetta Characters Novels & Stories

Violetta's eyes filled with tears. She reached for his hands. “I am past this level, Damien.” This time her voice softened. “I cannot fight for your love and attention with another woman. I just can't. Especially not Shirley's doppelganger.” Damien frowned and Violetta paused for a while before continuing. “I know what she is doing. She's getting into your head.” She squeezed his hands. “But I will not let her take you from me.” Damien remained silent through it all.

Violet The explosion roared underneath us, shaking the floorboards so violently that I almost lost my footing. Thick gray smoke rolled up through the cracked floorboards as alarms began to blare all across the house. Before the traitorous beta could even laugh again, Dante snapped his neck with a cold, sickening crunch. Dante dropped the dead body to the floor like trash and turned his sharp eyes to me. "Are you hurt, Violet?" Dante asked, his voice dead serious over the screaming alarms.

I didn’t want to waste any time associating with people like Damien. I didn’t miss the hissing look that Belladonna gave Jackie, who gave her the same look. I disentangled my hands from hers. “There are other males around, Belladonna; go ahead and socialise.” She opened her mouth to say something, but ended up nodding and leaving my side. Her long black gown with diamond studs flowed behind her. It took me a moment to realise that she was wearing the exact same dress that I had gotten for Violet. But in the opposite colour. “The moon has risen!” someone screamed, and howls filled the room. As if on cue, all eyes were turned to the stairs as Violet came down from the stairs.

Draven ended the call. His reflection stared back at him in the dark window. Eyes colder than winter. Wolf too close to the surface. He’d tried mercy. Tried restraint. Tried letting Liam live his pathetic life. But the man kept crawling back. Like a cockroach. And now— He dared touch Violetta’s name. Her dignity. Her child. That was unforgivable. Across the house— Violetta stood in the kitchen, stirring tea absentmindedly. A soft smile on her lips.

Violetta, or should she be called by her real name, Sekinat says picking up her suitcase. Violetta is actually a muslim Yoruba woman from Ibadan, Nigeria named Sekinat Omowunmi Omolori. She was hired by Aleesha to hide and hide an app on Sa'eed's phone. The real Violetta has been kidnapped but released yesterday by yours truly, Aleesha. Now she's going to be offered a job in Greece for sacrificing her virginity to Aaron the son of the manager of the hotel at Santorini where Sa'eed and Halima spent a little of their honeymoon.

They were both pawns in Aurora’s ruthless game, both trapped within the opulent prison of the Romano estate. She understood the weight of his humiliation, the profound indignity of his forced subservience. She understood the internal struggle he must be enduring, the battle between his ingrained loyalty to the Romano family and the dawning realization of Aurora’s profound treachery, of Don Romano’s calculated demise. One afternoon, as Vlad was meticulously polishing the intricate brass railings of the grand staircase, his back to the bustling hallway, Violet passed by, ostensibly on her way to the library, her movements carefully orchestrated to appear casual, unassuming.

A smile spread through my face, an attempt to assure her. “It's fine, just get something and clear it up,” I assured her, and as she dashed out of there to go get a broom, I noticed footsteps coming behind me; I could recognize the scent; it was that of Dante's mate that haunted my every sleep. “Do you need something?” Violetta stood behind me with a devious smirk that spread through her lips. Her hands were placed on her tummy as she slowly caressed it in a manner that seemed like she wanted me to notice how the stomach was growing.

She was worried about important things, significant things, and she had no time to be— “See? She’s not jealous. That’s a childish thing. Look at her, fine warrior. So do you want this one or not?” Tet picked up Letti’s hand and wagged it at the chieftain. “Don’t forget, I did warn you that I can’t let you keep Anzi. I hate to keep anything from a dear, supportive friend such as you, but this is different. Violetta—that’s your name, right? Good—Violetta’s unattached, and I’m more than happy to give her to you as a souvenir to remember me by. She’s also got, what do they call it? Classical training. And I hear from time to time that the skills of anyone in my harem border on magical. Hands, mo

His surprised expression couldn't be masked. Violetta's pulse quickened as she struggled to find an explanation. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She forced a quick smile and mumbled, "I was just checking something. You know how careless Lily can be with her things. She told me to help her return some things." She said and nervously patted the files beside her, "All done." Then she faced ahead and slowly walked towards the door, avoiding his gaze. She could feel his suspicious stare on her as she stood in front of him, almost ready to step out the door.

Is that why she walked away? I found myself not wanting her to be angry. "Your Highness? Your Highness?" Tyler shouts in my ear, "Did you hear what I'm saying?" "Shut up!" I say coldly, and Tyler shivers in fear. "S.. sorry your highness. Did I say something wrong?" Tyler again begins to ramble on and on. I pinch my brows, feeling a little annoyed. I do not want my real identity to be exposed so soon ...... Violet's POV