Violetta Idv Novels & Stories

Smith throws himself running through the door. "What's up, Christopher?" "Who is this woman and what does she do here?!" Christopher, as it came clear, doesn't move his intimidating gaze from me. He speaks through teeth and his whole cold vibe gives me shivers. "Chris, this is Veronika Hughes. She's the trainee you're assigned to work with." "No. No, no, no!" Christopher raises his hands in disagreement and moves his murdering look from me to Jason. "Christopher, you don't really have a choice."

I hated how effective it was. Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of bed and moved to the sitting area. My tablet was on the table. I opened the encrypted vault — the one even Catriona didn’t know existed — and pulled up Samantha’s file. Dr. Samantha Voss. Thirty-one years old. Board-certified dermatologist with a thriving private practice I had helped seed. The contract was still active, ironclad, and mercilessly precise.

Valentina replied smiling Ryan walked up to her and handed the flowers to her. "Thanks, but then are you here for the photo shoot?" She asked "Yeah... yeah I am." "Great, this place looks so beautiful." Valentina said walking around Ryan on the other hand walked up to her tapped her and knelt down, his right knee on the ground and his left leg bended slightly. Valentina's eyes opened wide, her jaw dropped seeing him that way. It dawned on her that he was about to ask for her hand when he brought out a blue box ring, and opened it. It was a diamond stone and imprinted in it was a R&V.

“I don’t want you to leave.” I was still holding her wrist when she turned, stepping closer so that her body pressed almost entirely against mine. Her warmth wrapped around me, and her scent filled the air. I didn’t want to resist anymore. All I wanted was for this to be a dream, the dream I waited for every night. “What do you want then, Hertor?” Violet’s words were nearly as seductive as her appearance. I lowered my head, resting my forehead against hers, eyes closed as I tried to convince myself this wasn’t a dream. That it was real, and real things had real consequences.

There, they promised never to forget each other, and to seal their promise, they lost their virginity to each other. Isabel was mad at her mate for making her believe that she was his first when in reality, she wasn’t. She wanted to know the identity of the female werewolf that was able to tempt her mate without being in heat. It wasn’t like she was going to do anything bad to her since it was already too late for that. She only wanted to be sure that it wasn’t his so called best friend whom she had encountered in his pack some weeks ago. All of her anger subsided the very minute Dylan mentioned the words summer camp, as memories from seven years ago returned in an instant.

“That’s a lie, and we both know it. You feel something for me, and if you just give in, I promise you that there will be a mate bond.” Give in? I stutter, my mind reeling. “Give in? To what, exactly?” I try to push back, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The amusement that had been twinkling in his eyes moments ago is gone now, replaced by a serious, almost pleading look. “To me, Violet,” he says softly. “Give in to how you feel about me. Give in to us.” “But,” I begin hesitantly, my voice barely more than a whisper, “all the lies...the secrets...”

As his wife, I wanted to stand by his side as his equal, not behind him like I was his shadow. Arelli has declared war, and I won’t rest until I show her that I’m not one to be trifled with. “Sophia, you need to see this,” Carla’s voice reached my ears, and she got up from her seat and followed me to the window. I glanced at her before looking down at the phone in her hands. She was watching a video that seemed to be an interview on national TV. “Is that Violet?” I asked, my eyebrows creasing. “It is, and guess what? She’s working as a CEO in Arelli’s investment company. How’s that possible?”

"You must have produced this document, right? Do you have some deep-seated grudge against Yuvan and his family? Why use a fake divorce agreement to provoke Lady Avis and cause her to fall ill?" Violet replied coldly, "Don't you know who I am? If you don't, why did you ask for my hand in marriage? I've never even met Prince Yuvan. How could I imitate his handwriting? If anyone were to imitate, it would be you, the secondary concubine who’s with him day and night. Perhaps it's you who used his handwriting to send this letter to Lady Avis, hoping she would die sooner." Both Yuvan and Fiona's gazes fell sharply on Violet.

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."

my voice was barely above a whisper. “Oh, no. You're not.” Violetta walked confidently into the room, crossing her legs like she was on a runway. “Buried in you is the continuity of Hellbound pack’s royalty. You can't be selfish,” I was taken aback by her concern. ‘Since when did Violetta start caring?’ “Get the Luna, a steamy cup of beverage, native pasta with shrimps and a fruit platter,” I heard the orders she gave to Nicolle, which she immediately rushed to complete, but I was hung on the part where she called me Luna.