Violetta Novels & Stories

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

Not being able to control his anger, he punched the glass coffee table in front of the couch, shattering it into pieces before glaring at his mate who was already staring at him. Was that lust in her eyes or was it adoration? Dylan couldn’t make out the emotion in his mate’s eyes as she quickly masked it with a poker face. “Welcome home, Dylan.” she said with a proud smirk and started her way to the door. “How come you know my name, but I don’t know yours?” Dylan confusedly asked. When he realized that she was going to leave the study without giving him a reply, he demanded, “Who are you?” She stopped just when her hand made contact with the door knob. “Alpha Isabel Martinez” she replied in

PENELOPE'S POV Violetta wore a beautiful black gown, adorned with pearls, that fit her perfectly. The gown was simply breathtaking. Her hair, usually long and black, was now trimmed short, giving her a fresh look. Her face, typically proud, hostile, and cold, had transformed. She now appeared gentle, soft, and welcoming, making her even more approachable, which was more than weird. Violetta's face displayed a look of utter astonishment. Her mouth dropped open in shock before quickly closing. She swallowed slowly, her gaze shifting between me, Giovanni, and Jerry, who appeared perplexed by the sudden tension in the air.

Dora said. "What do you know about Violette?" Carla's frown lessened. "That fact that she's currently with Massimo Visconti? I believed she was really his wife, but that ended after he killed my son and I made my research. Violette shares a resemblance with his wife so she's taking her place" Dora explained. "So what's the point?" Carla replied. "Violette is a human with weakness, i saw a lot of it when she was in my mansion" Dora said craftily.

Violet is a lucky charm to whoever she serves, sold into Alpha Dorian's household, she was bought for the purpose of serving the alpha triplets. Fortune smiles on Alpha Dorian's household, so Violet was rewarded on her eighteenth birthday with an opportunity to attend the same elite wolves academy as the triplets. This came as a shocker to her and the triplets who she had fawned over for the last three years even though they made her life miserable. As she steps into the prestigious high school, she must learn to battle and survive in this place that refuses to accept her, while fighting against her feelings for the triplets.

Draven ended the call. His reflection stared back at him in the dark window. Eyes colder than winter. Wolf too close to the surface. He’d tried mercy. Tried restraint. Tried letting Liam live his pathetic life. But the man kept crawling back. Like a cockroach. And now— He dared touch Violetta’s name. Her dignity. Her child. That was unforgivable. Across the house— Violetta stood in the kitchen, stirring tea absentmindedly. A soft smile on her lips.

No more laundering coin from the poor. They called me ruthless. Good. I no longer hate that name… and that’s exactly why Kael cannot live. A snake that slips away doesn’t change; it only waits for another chance to strike. Soft footsteps approach behind me. “You’ve been up here since dawn.” I turn. Violet. Her hair is tied back, strands catching the morning light. Dust smudges her cheek from the rebuilding yard. She looks stronger now, brighter, like fire that learned to wear skin.

He’d been raised in rooms like this and trained for them. I on the other hand had not. I did my best to keep up, reminding myself over and over that this was my work. I’d built Requiem from the idea to what it now was. I could still remember Naomi convincing me that I deserved to be here and now that I thought about it, she was absolutely right. As we crossed the room, my gaze snagged on a familiar figure near a balcony. Violetta. She stood poised and immaculate, eyes sharp as they flicked toward me. When our gazes met, her lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk before she turned and walked away without a word.

"You've grown so elegant lately, Talia. Look at that bone structure!" I watched them from the railing, amazed at how much insincerity a human—or wolf—could stomach. These were the same women who used to whisper that Talia was a common gutter-stray. Now, they were desperate to share in her stolen glory. I had no interest in their games, but Ruby Kallis—a woman who looked like she’d been assembled by a plastic surgeon—decided to sharpen her claws on me. "Ivy? What are you doing here?" Ruby smirked, her pink maxi dress fluttering in the wind. "I didn't think you and the Yoris family were on speaking terms. Are you here to beg Blake for a second chance?"

She gasped with the most innocent voice ever “I’m so sorry, I thought Alek was alone.” She said, rubbing her hand on his chest before she quickly turned her gaze back to Aleksei. “ I heard you got married to a Greco, what’s her name… “ “ Violet.” I completed for her “ Oh my! I didn’t, I'm so sorry, I thought, oh my god, Aleksei you would have said something, now I feel so embarrassed.” Arabella said covering her face with her hands