Violetta Characters Novels & Stories

Violet is a lucky charm to whoever she serves, sold into Alpha Dorian's household, she was bought for the purpose of serving the alpha triplets. Fortune smiles on Alpha Dorian's household, so Violet was rewarded on her eighteenth birthday with an opportunity to attend the same elite wolves academy as the triplets. This came as a shocker to her and the triplets who she had fawned over for the last three years even though they made her life miserable. As she steps into the prestigious high school, she must learn to battle and survive in this place that refuses to accept her, while fighting against her feelings for the triplets.

The female standing at the corner of the room although she wore a maid's uniform was actually hired by me personally as a meal taster in case of poisoning and she did her work discreetly. So far there hadn't been any such case of poisoning but that didn't mean I'd relent. She paused, ready to rush in my direction, but I shook my head to show I was fine. Violet calling me husband so casually was what caught me by surprise, not a possibility of being poisoned

“I just hate you, Violet. I hate it when poor people try to outsmart the rich. You’ve refused to know your place. You are just a leech, a gold digger my brother married to help your financial status. You are nothing, Violet. So how dare you take away the important people in my life? First, it was my brother. And now, my mother. Was that your plan? Was that your revenge? To take away everything that makes me happy?” Violet’s lips parted and trembled. Tears and snot streamed down her face. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something but decided against it. There was no need to stir things up. Whether her words were true or not didn’t matter. They wouldn’t listen in a situation like t

"How can this even be considered a blessing? Those chrysanthemums are used to honor the dead in Malvorn—and the yellow ones are specifically used to guide the departed soul. It's clear that the Vittorio Famiglia is declaring war against us!" Carina was so frightened that she blurted out thoughtlessly, yelling, "You must have been bought off by that bitch Valentina as well!" Upon hearing my name, Papa could no longer hold back his explosive anger. He grabbed a wine glass from the side and hurled it violently at Carina, roaring, "You must have a death wish!" Carina's pristine white dress was instantly stained red by the wine. She shrieked in response, her voice sharp and piercing.

She looked like she was glowing. Vito stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze devouring her, unable to look away for even a second. He'd been searching for her for so long, and he'd finally found her again. Even in a world where he no longer existed, his Alessia was living this dazzling, beautiful life. It was a good thing. Just then, a well-dressed young man walked up to Alessia with a glass of wine. He smiled as he spoke to her, the admiration and affection in his eyes completely undisguised. He was the son of a local diplomat—born to privilege, handsome and charming.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

She knew if it was happy, sad, angry, upset, bitter, or somewhat lazy. “Something happened. Her voice was not natural. It was restless.” Irene on the other line, transferred her cellphone to her left ear. “Hmmm. The restless Violet! That, of course, belongs to Monet." Marie intended for the guards to hear it loudly, so she clicked the speaker. While she knew it was not permitted to speak loudly there, she needed to dissuade them from the monitors that were everywhere tracking her movements. She was an invited visitor. “You’re perfectly right. I can breathe now. The two royal guards leave.”

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

Soren asks, his voice dropping into a low, dangerously alluring rumble that makes her entire body shiver. "Was that little public display just a clever tactic to fool the media, or were you trying to play games with me?" Violet’s face flushes a brilliant, burning crimson. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her fierce composure, though her voice trembles slightly. "It... it was for the press. We needed to prove our marriage was real to completely destroy Derek's reputation. It was just an act."

Violetta replied and pointed to her cute lips. Martinez wondered who it was, he stayed in thought for a while. "Martinez" "Violetta, was she beautiful and did she have black hair with a small crown on it?" Martinez questions, asking about the description of Elena. "Yes," Violetta nodded,looking certain about her words. "That was how she looked but she made people cry especially Aunt Lucia" Martinez was extremely shocked by what he heard. "No, this can't be happening" He lamented. ****