Novel & Cerita Violetta Idv

Ziv skips the topic, "Come on, let's grab something to eat." Emily tugs on my sleeve, "Who is this?" "Oh, this is my mate, Ziv." I introduce. "What?! How can he be your mate!" Lola screams. "What are you suspecting? Miss? I heard your conversation just now, and I'm sorry to tell you that Violet doesn't need to work for two years to buy a car because this car ..." Ziv says, word for word, amidst Lola's gradually embarrassed face, "...belongs to Violet." Ziv purses his lips. His sexy lips are spitting out mean words now, "Also, I'm not interested in you at all. Nor am I interested in knowing your name."

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

The villa itself was stone, old-world, sprawling with arched windows and balconies that whispered of power earned generations ago. A servant led me to a terrace that overlooked a sparkling pool. Three men waited there. Don Matteo himself, dressed in a crisp cream suit, his silver hair slicked back. His eyes were sharp, dark, calculating—eyes of a man who could cut you with a glance. Beside him sat another council member I recognized from last night: Mr. Harlow, British, his steel-rimmed glasses flashing in the sunlight. Always so careful and so precise in his words. And the third was an unexpected woman and a council member as well. Veronica Delgado, she has a sharp cheekbones, hair pulled i

His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags. I admit, I’m not great at judging ‘muscle’. I’m more or less a titan sitting in on a high school boxing match. None of them have half a prayer of taking her from me powerwise. Just carelessness which they’ve proven to have in spades. “Good thing I am not yours then,” she hisses back. If only she’d started the trip with this kind of grit. There is a hard set to her naturally violet irises when she speaks again. Petals of veined purple shades seemingly internally lit in her iris. I find the defiance as unique as those mysterious eyes of hers as she struggl

"Violet Carter is the strongest person I know. She survived betrayal, rebuilt her career, and faced her abuser in court. My feelings for her don't diminish that. They're just proof that she's capable of being loved the way she deserves." Bennett's cross was predictable. Tried to paint Liam as opportunistic. As taking advantage of a vulnerable woman. But Liam shut it down calmly. "I invested in Violet's company because it's a sound business decision. I fell in love with her because she's extraordinary. Those are two separate facts that happen to coexist." When he stepped down, he paused at our table. Squeezed my shoulder. Kept walking. Marcus rested his case. All evidence presented. All witne

Main Characters: Violet Willow Wade - Luna Queen of the Royal Moonstone Pack (Wolf’s name Willa) Violet is a strong Alpha female, having lost her mother at the age of 5 she was brought up by her father and brother. Her mother had died in a rogue attack and ever since she has seen her brother and father being extremely protective over her. At the age of 19, she is the strongest female warrior in the pack, she has trained all her life because she did not want to be vulnerable or weak in front of anyone. She is very loving and caring in nature and is loved by her entire pack for her gentleness and kindness towards them. She despises old customer especially being sold to someone as their bride a

Just the question, clean and direct. And I had answered. Not the safe answer. Not the transactional one. The real one. Now she knew. She knew Dante Vitale, who controlled everything in his world, had carried the memory of a woman he had seen once on a grey Tuesday and had not been able to remove it. The question was what she would do with that.

He asked not carrying how I knew that they know each other "Why do you care for her?" I asked ignoring his question "She's like our sister. Now can you please tell me what happened?" "Very well, Today we got intel that Ivan is planning to distract us and use that opportunity to kidnap Violet," "What?!" He yelled out "Sorry I didn't mean to yell I'm just worried. We'll see you guys tomorrow but right now I have to go have a nice night" "You too," I said and hanged up I walked back in and went to the table again

The fluorescent lights of the corporate headquarters felt like interrogation lamps the next morning. Mira sat in the lobby, her knees pressed together, her palms sweating against the leather of her handbag. For two years, she had lived a double life. By day, she was the quiet, efficient junior analyst; by night, she was "Violetta," a faceless adult creator whose curves were worshiped by thousands.

Violet watched in horror as the room seemed to shift, the air growing thicker with anticipation. And then, Christian’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. “I wanted to gather you all here to say something important.” Violet’s heart skipped a beat. This couldn’t be happening. He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the room, locking briefly on Violet’s tear-streaked face before looking away, as if the sight of her no longer mattered to him. His grip on Luna tightened, and Luna’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. “I’ve made my decision,” Christian continued, his voice strong, unyielding. “I’m divorcing Violet.”