Violetta Characters Novels & Stories

"Please ask whatever you want, and I promise to respond as best I can if I can." "I appreciate how straightforward you are. Then I'll ask you a question. Could you tell me a little bit about yourself?" "Is that it?" "Yes, I just want to know what kind of woman piqued my baby princess's interest." "All right, I'm........." Violet began to narrate her story, leaving out important details such as the rape case and Qontessah. That was her secret, which she would not reveal to strangers. She also happened to tell her about her current family situation, which enraged the elderly lady. This was something worth seeing; she was even more enraged than she had been the day before.

Everything inside me stops. No. Don’t do that, little nightmare. Her violet eyes stay locked with mine. She takes one step. Then another. Toward me. Fuck. The room erupts louder. I don’t hear any of it. All I can see is her. Lavender dress. Black curls. Violet eyes. Walking directly toward me like she has no idea she’s about to destroy every piece of restraint I’ve managed to hold onto. She stops in front of my chair. I look up at her. For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing clever to say. Aria looks nervous. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t look away.

Before I could finish, the teacher suddenly showed a look of realization. “Oh, you’re the woman who takes care of Luca’s daily needs, right? He mentioned that there’s a caretaker at home whose hand was injured.” My entire body froze. So in Luca’s eyes, I wasn’t even his mother. I was only a nanny. At that moment, the sound of familiar high heels came from behind me. Violetta walked over slowly in a sharply tailored black suit dress and raised a hand to signal for the teacher to leave. She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

“I always knew Christian would choose the right woman eventually. Oh, Christian, you’ve made the best decision for your future, for your family.” Violet’s stomach dropped. The words twisted inside her, leaving her numb and broken. Her own mother- the woman who had raised her after her real mother had died -was standing there, beaming with pride that her other daughter, Luna, had stolen her husband. She wasn’t Violet’s mother. She never had been. The betrayal, the coldness, the pure indifference of everyone around her was too much to bear.

he told her, thrusting a beautiful navy blue gown in her direction. Violet hesitated, looking a little fearful. "I don't think I am ready for this. What if anyone asks questions I can't answer?" Clyde smiled blandly. "You'll be alright. Just stick by my side. That night, as Violet glided down the grand stairs, she felt every single pair of eyes in that room turn toward her. The dress hugged her figure precisely, and the way Clyde's gaze softened at just the sight of her set her cheeks ablaze.

I just want to get this over with. But u suddenly go still immediately I catch sight of someone. Viola. She’s sitting at a table near the glass window. Her posture is slightly hunched and her fingers are ghosting over the rim of a half-empty wine glass. Even now—looking dejected, looking sad—she’s breathtaking. The deep blue dress she’s wearing clings to her body in a way that makes my throat tighten. Her hair rolls down her back, soft and effortless, framing her delicate features. She seems like she’s waiting for someone.

I called But he simply ignored me, now there is no way I can back out from this wedding, father knows what to always say when he wants me to yeild and I never backed down from a challenge. I brought out my phone and searched for Violet Greco. The first picture I saw sparked something inside me, from her amethyst eyes to her black curly hair and cute freckles around her nose. Her heart shapes lips but her eyes held something that I can decipher. In this picture, she was smiling at something and truly she was beautiful and very feminine. But beautiful women are easily broken and I always break them until they totally wither away. “ Hello, brother.” Dmitri walked in startling me.

Seeing Lana's confused look as she ran away gave Violet a wonderful sense of victory even though she knew she was bullying a child. Violet stood alone enjoying a glass of wine in hand, Dominic was surrounded by many other people, he was no different from a famous star. She didn't want to be swept away, so she sneaked out and tried to make herself the least of this party. Violet sneaked a peek at the beautiful bride today, thinking for a while Violet remembered that the bride is Diana Charlie, she is a pretty famous actress, of course, she is very beautiful and talented. Diana's family background is not as great as that of Barker and Anda, but it is enough to stand in this harsh market.

Cole and I rushed inside, our skin rippling as our wolves readied themselves for a fight, only to freeze in our tracks. Crimson painted the room, but I was used to seeing blood. This was something else. Violet stood at the center of the room like, surrounded by the corpses of Cortana and Lorenzo Santino. Cole whistled under his breath, looking at me as if to say, ‘do you see what I’m seeing?’. She was perfect, absolutely perfect. An angel of death, cruel and vicious, yet soft and innocent. A beautiful amalgamation of light and dark wrapped in a curvy, doe-eyed package.