Violetta Idv Novels & Stories

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.”

he started with a kind voice, one I was afraid to interrupt. “I heard very shady things about Violet, and she cornered me today. She is hiding something Michael, I just know it,” my voice felt hurried. There were voices behind him, and I heard him hush them. After a few seconds, I heard him again. “I will slap that woman… what did she do?” I chuckled, his comment making me laugh in a moment when I shouldn’t. “I was asking other members what they knew about her, some said they didn’t know anything, then others knew pieces. Her real name is Violetta Russo, and she is supposedly from Russia.”

I stammer, heaving. Please don't, I am nothing special, just Violet, a suicidal woman, a sad pathetic mess, a lying mess, a stupid mess, a mess that is riddles in panic attacks, Celia doesn't have to carry the burden of carrying my name, she is innocent and I will taint her. "I am sorry, Lia, I have to go." I say, getting up, ending the call, then run, I run as fast as I can. I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name.

Vincent's voice cut Violet's thought short and dragged her out of her reverie. "Huh...?" She shifted her attention to him. When she saw his confused face, she smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah! My name is Violet Rhodes. The CEO of SHAVIO AUTOS AND ELECTRICALS," she removed her business card from her purse and handed it over to him. He also did the same thing.

"Violet, get your ass work and others too." "You don't have an ass." She hung up. "Oh, cold-blooded witch," Conrad mumbled. "Who was Violet?" Johanna asked. Conrad grinned and took a pizza. "She was Victor's ex-girlfriend. Or I should say, ex-fiancee." "Oh," Johanna blinked. "Poor her." "Yes, I know. Both of them were captured and kept in the facility. Violet had a smaller dose because her skills were unknown but that woman is a great deal. Victor had a high IQ, physically strong and good at marksman and combat."

Rafael barely looked up, nursing a glass of scotch in his hand. “We found her,” Dante said. “Who?” Dante opened the folder, flipping to a photo. A stunning woman in a black cocktail dress, sharp eyes and a cruel smile, standing beside a burning SUV. “Isadora Virelli,” Dante said. “The puppet master behind Voss.” Rafael’s grip on his glass tightened. “She’s supposed to be in exile.” “She wasn’t. She was watching. Waiting. Financing Voss. Feeding him information. Setting traps.”

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.

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

She grabbed Violet's arm, squeezing it when she resisted, "and who do you think you are to call him by his name? Do you know how powerful he is? How he can crush you with just one touch? Yet something so small has the guts to call my Xavier by his name." She chuckled darkly, and shook her head in amusement, "what is so interesting about you anyway? Frail, ugly, dirty; the list is endless to what you are. Maybe for sport?" "For your information lady, I'm Xavier's mate and he won't be happy when he finds out how you're treating me!" Violet didn't know what made her say those words to Jenedeith, or when she had even thought about it, but the shocked expression on her face brought a sense of sat

I keep my head high, my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor as the pack exchange whispers between one another via their minds. "What the hell is this?" A woman comes forth from behind her packmates, her oceanic blue eyes observing me. She keeps her head low before Sophia, in respect. "Olivia, this is Valerie. She is your kings' mate and his future queen," she announces for everyone to hear. I didn't know what to think about the possibility of being a queen; it didn't feel like me, but there is this lingering urge of authority prickling at my skin towards the title - like it belongs to me.