Violetta Idv Novels & Stories

Dain Viotto, or the Game Master as he had become over the course of one hundred and seventy years, was the most dangerous person in this world. “How long have I known what, Rachel?” He asked smoothly, eyes conveying absolutely nothing but unnerving focus. This man put every ounce of his being into everything he did, that much was clear. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly, eyes still watching my every move. “That you and I are soulmates?” My fists clenched as the word left his lips, reminding me of the silver corded bond that now stretched between the two of us. His plush lips widened, revealing straight white teeth. The smile was both smug and predatory.

“And remember this: next time, don’t hand your life over to a man who only knows how to use you.” I had someone take her away and settle her elsewhere. Alive, she was far more valuable than dead. What she knew was enough to dig up another layer of information from the people still surrounding Drake. As Drake was forced toward the exit, he suddenly turned back. “Violet!” I stood where I was, watching him. He continued, “Was there ever, even for a second, when you actually loved me?” The question was so absurd that I almost laughed. I walked toward him slowly and stopped just one step away.

To my surprise, he reaches out and gently takes the money from my grasp and tucks it into the breast pocket of his suit. “We will talk about this later in a more private setting, Farfalla.” His voice is soft, and raspy and holds a note of promise, all the while he doesn't take his eyes off Ms. Richards. “And for your information, Ms. Richards. Farfalla means butterfly in Italian, and it’s a pet name I have personally given Ivy.” Ugh, why does my name sound heavenly when he uses it?

Valentina, heir of the 80% of the shares of her husband's company, was left in command thanks to a series of stipulations in his will; the other 20% is divided between the partners of the company. >> If the death of the mother and daughter is confirmed, the company will pass into the hands of James's father, Arthur Ward, since he has announced in an interview minutes before that in the will of his daughter-in-law he leaves his shares to his daughter and, if not, since this is the only direct relative alive, he will be the global owner of the company, we hope that’s not the case and that the whereabouts of the disappeared are found, thanks for listening, we will continue to report, happy afte

"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.

he said slowly, “fifteen percent isn’t enough to seize control.” A slow, wolfish smile curved across the alter ego’s lips. He raised the glass to his mouth, eyes gleaming. “Fifteen percent,” he said softly, “is more than enough to interfere with Alexander and Serena. To tip the balance… and to destroy what they’ve built together.” He took a deliberate sip of wine, savoring the taste. “This face,” he added with a low chuckle, “was Serena’s first love.” Renzo regarded him carefully, his tone turning cautious. “Mr. Vanderbilt, you must understand—I need to investigate this thoroughly before we proceed. I can’t afford to make a mistake.”

I cried after both of you were gone I went inside and cried myself to sleep. I'm sorry sweet pea I know this letter has taken me way to long to finish you are now three years old. I had hoped that I could have finished the letter before now stating that Miss Peach's threat was over and delt with. The last word I have gotten from your father states he hasn't found her hiding spot yet. He has been dealing with her Golems she has created. I know this isn't great news my dear. Your mom stopped bringing you to me every week as promised. Steven has more control over her than I ever thought possible. When I see you you always ask, "Gma Please keep me. Can I just live with you forever?" My sweet pea

I opened it because it's an unknown number. Disappointed? See you tomorrow at the event. V.A I scoffed looking at the message. I deleted it and drove away from the party venue. Suddenly when I was driving.. an idea popped out from my head. I pulled over my car at the side and started to look for Violet's profile on the internet. I smiled widely when I read her profile. It's not a strange thing that she will attend the event tomorrow. She will be my best asset to get deals. I can use her and just pretend that I like her.. she's attract to me anyway. I know that so well.

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