Violetta Characters Novels & Stories

Violet murmured brokenly as she sobbed silently, she put off her clothes gently and slipped into the jacuzzi tub scrubbing her body in the milky warm bath however she couldn't enjoy this one because she is in a jiffy . Over the years , Violet had always wished to have a princess kind of life like Vanessa's but it seems life had granted it to her in an unpleasant manner, a dream which she sadly wants to wake up from but can't. .... .... " Ding ding" the door bell interrupted violet's thought as she slipped into a white flowery robe on the bed . She opened the door with rather shaky hands , she peeps slightly at the door when two ladies walked in , though without the make up box ,she recognize

Hayden says. "Call Luca down," I say needing someone to be there with me, and he's the only one I trust. The elevator door opened and I walked out, seeing the doctors all standing up and waiting for Violet to get in, I saw her getting rolled in, she was dressed in white clothes again, she seemed to be sleeping, just sleeping, she was thinner than ever, her skin was very pale. Everyone started to move, they got her hooked to an IV, to machines scanning her body and blood, they were all talking in the same time, running and screaming while I stood there not able to move, I did that, if I didn't leave her, she wouldn't be this hurt.

We were a fortress on wheels. When we reached the penthouse, the air inside was thick with the scent of lilies and the hum of the air filtration system. Dorian was waiting in the foyer, his face lighting up with a mix of relief and awe as he saw the girl walking beside me. "Is that her?" Dorian whispered, stepping forward. "This is Violetta," I said. "Violetta, this is your brother, Dorian." Violetta looked at him, her blue eyes scanning his face with a terrifying intelligence. She didn't say hello. She simply reached out and touched the glowing screen of the tablet he was holding. "You’re the one who bypassed the monastery’s jammer. Your logic was... elegant."

His face was etched with worry, and I couldn't help but force a smile—a bitter smile. I hated how confused I felt at that moment. Wasn't there a saying about ignorance being bliss? Perhaps they were right. I didn't know what to think. As I watched Violetta retreat and politely engage with the guests, I couldn't help but reminisce about her old self. Violetta had never been one to speak kindly; she was a proud, spoiled brat with no one to put her in her place. But seeing her act this way was both shocking and confusing. Still, I couldn't deny that she had indeed changed a great deal.

"Tell me everything that you know." Violet is visibly shaking in the corner of the cottage. Her little legs are bouncing up and down as she tries to formulate sentences. "I don't know. It is different this time. She has never come asking about specific people before." "And she came specifically asking for Natalia and Margaret?" Victor asks and Violet nods her head once before looking down at her hands. "Who is your sister?" I cannot help but to interrupt their conversation. "Larissa," Violet says quietly. "She is a servant under the King."

She mumbled, a slight furrow to her brow as she thought. “Violetta, Vi?” I said as I sat in a chair in front of her. She looked at me with a frown. “Sorry, my name is Violet.” She mumbled, but something like recognition at the name flitted across her face. “No, Malishka, your name is Violetta Vassilev,” Adrien said to her. “You were taken by our mother when you were four.” “No, I was thrown out for being a girl.” She mumbled. “My mother said that they didn’t want girls in the family, so they were either killed or banished.”

she grumbled and walked faster. We stifled a laugh and followed her. The woman seems amused. She faced us and said with a faint smile, "By the way, I'm Violetta, Lady Rosheen's attendant and bestfriend." "Hi, Violetta. I'm Arielle." "I'm Isabella." The others followed suit and talked to Violetta. Like Rosheen, she also asked about our identity, and we answered the same thing we told Rosheen earlier. Rosheen and Violetta seem kind. I thought witches looked horrendous, but I was completely wrong. They were attractive and seductive like succubus. Ricky was about to go insane because of Rosheen and Violetta's teasing.

"But there's something more, isn't there? About her past?" "Rumors," she whispered, leaning in close enough for me to catch the scent of her perfume, flowery and intense. "They say her real name is Violetta Russo. Her family... let's just say they're deeply Italian, if you get my drift." I nodded, my heartbeat quickening at the revelation. *Violetta Russo* The name rolled through my thoughts like thunder. I was about to ask her something more but she turned her attention to the book about mixing volatile gasses, and I knew I lost her.

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.

"She's rewriting history." "Violet controlled everything. The money, the social connections, even access to her own father." Victoria's voice grew stronger. "She systematically excluded Layla from family events. Made her feel worthless. Unwanted. And when Layla finally found someone who made her feel valued, Violet couldn't stand it." A reporter called out a question I couldn't hear. Victoria nodded, continued.