Violetta Diary Novels & Stories

Inside was a dried white rose. It was the one Vincent gave me when he first confessed his feelings to me in Sicily.He said it represented the purest love of a Don. I wiped away my tears,forcing myself to look away. But suddenly,the door was shoved open.Lila,pretending to lose her balance, stumbled into the room and crashed right into the vanity.With a sickening crack,the glass dome and the withered rose shattered all over the floor. "Oops,sorry."She covered her mouth,but her eyes danced with a provocative, mocking smirk."I just wanted to come check on you..."

I don't know how I am going to do this without her. "Violet Shana left me a note when she took her own life. I have it with me and I would like to read it to you if that's okay.", Mr. Tally said. I nodded. I motioned for him to go sit with me on the bench looking out at the pond. He headed that way and I followed. Jay walked with us kissing me on the forehead and leaving to go get fill our coffee cups back up. Mr. Tally sat there in silence staring at the note from Shana. Jay had taken his time to get us the coffee to allow Mr. Tally to read the note to me in private. He brought the coffe and looked at me and I shook my head no. He handed us the coffee back. As soon as he handed the coffee t

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

Then, she turned to Violet and asked, “Don’t you think, Violet? Cole will have someone to make him sweet treats?” Finally, she looked up and her blue eyes flickered to me before she pulled her bag up and brought out her notebook. She scribbled on it. And my brows arched up as it took her some time to write whatever she wanted to say. ‘Definitely. Someone like that girl Mina. She can make him sweet treats.’ And more she wrote. ‘He even has her number.’ “What’s going on?” Maddox entered the kitchen and I watched as Violet looked up and gave him a smile.

“Violet. Roll. Good dog.” After the dog obeyed, she slapped it across the face. “Miss Violet. Violet really is such a good dog, isn’t she?” Lina laughed sweetly. “Look at this necklace. It suits her perfectly.” Then, she pulled out another photograph from her pocket—a yellowed black-and-white portrait of my mother when she was young. She shoved it onto the dog’s head, grinning with a mix of innocence and cruelty. “Violet, your mother’s back,” she said lightly. “And she’s kneeling at my feet, begging me. Aren’t you happy?”

A deluge of works scattered throughout the room and hours spent conjuring up concept after concept, yet nothing stuck the way I thought it would. It wasn't that I didn't love every bit of meaning and intention I had put into Femme de Sexe, but a novel inclination that I wanted more than surface-level exploration. There was a personal aspect still missing. Settling on the last piece, a book medium, I found the donation rather peculiar. The only thing that tilted the cover were the words Sine Qua Non in embroidered cursive. Sifting through the pages revealed that it was a journal filled with excerpts and prose, possibly love letters of intimacy exchanged between two people.

And then I walk away. I make my way to the elevator, pressing the seventh floor button. I’m not sure why I’m so worried about what viola must be thinking right now due to what Madeline told her. The moment I step onto the seventh floor, I don’t think. I just move. Viola’s desk is empty. But her laptop isn’t. And it’s wide open. I almost turn away. Almost. But something on the screen catches my eye. A file titled “Who Was I Before You?”

Black leather cover. Salt stains. When you opened, you stopped breathing. The first side was a handwriting. Ordinary. Failed. Diary of Helena Voss May 1891 Eva whispered: “Oh, God.” Mara left. The pages were amazingly well preserved. Then she stopped hanging on an entry. 17. May 1891 Today I saw her again. The woman with the silver hairs. Nobody but me seems to notice them. She's standing by the water and talking to the waves. When she looked at me, she knew my name.

"You showed him the text before the tower." "I had to," Caelith whispered, leaning over the table so her words wouldn't carry to the adjacent booths. "We were trying to connect the dots. At the business district, the name on the vice president's desk was Miller. But the secretary called herself Vera. And then Nadia was there, the girl from my advanced classical literature seminars. She's been sitting three rows behind me for months, tracking my ordinary movements under the guise of being a fellow student." Before Elias or Zara could formulate a response, the violent vibration of a phone against the laminate wood startled them all.

My wolf growled the entire time, furious at me for walking away from our mate. When I returned, dressed in loose black sweats and a shirt, Violet was deep in the research again. She had a pen tucked behind her ear and was chewing her lower lip in concentration, completely unaware that she looked like the kind of temptation men started wars over. The folder in front of her was the file of The Last Frostborn. My mother’s handwriting covered the pages. I sat beside Violet, keeping enough distance to remain sane. “What did you find?” I asked.