Violetta Novels & Stories

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

she grumbled and walked faster. We stifled a laugh and followed her. The woman seems amused. She faced us and said with a faint smile, "By the way, I'm Violetta, Lady Rosheen's attendant and bestfriend." "Hi, Violetta. I'm Arielle." "I'm Isabella." The others followed suit and talked to Violetta. Like Rosheen, she also asked about our identity, and we answered the same thing we told Rosheen earlier. Rosheen and Violetta seem kind. I thought witches looked horrendous, but I was completely wrong. They were attractive and seductive like succubus. Ricky was about to go

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.

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.

"And don't try to act stupid, I'm always watching you. Whatever you do with Archie, I see you. All your moves are calculated by me, so be very careful and think twice before betraying me." Violetta slowly stood up from the floor as she couldn't stop glaring at the woman before her. "I hate you!" She said through gritted teeth. "Do you think I love you?" The woman asked in a mocking tone. She was clearly laughing at Letty. "You're just a puppet and that's exactly what you will remain." She spat out. Violetta's face turned red in anger and she so wanted to attack the woman before her. She had the urge to rip her head off her body,

Never did he start something without my consent. “Who is the person that did the magic here?” I asked him. Roman looked at me curiously because it was such a random question. “Her name is Violet Vittori. Have you ever heard of Vittori Enterprises?” he asked me. I nodded my head. Who didn’t know of it? The multi-billion-dollar company. They had the corner market in the tech industry. They were pioneers with products that were some next-generation models and unmatched by other companies. “Violet is the mate of, and married to, Enzo Vittori, CEO of Vittori Enterprises. She’s a powerful hybrid – Fae and werewolf. Why do you ask?”

Rolling down the window, I ask "Who are you and why do you want to talk to me?" "My name is Violetta. I'm Tommaso's mother. Can we talk?" What? ****************************************************

The betrayal was too much. “How long?” Violet finally choked out, her voice hoarse, her lips trembling. She couldn’t look at Luna, not yet. She couldn’t handle it. Her eyes stayed locked on Christian, silently pleading for him to tell her this was some kind of mistake. That this nightmare wasn’t real. Christian glanced at Luna briefly before answering. “Does it matter?”

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

A smile spread through my face, an attempt to assure her. “It's fine, just get something and clear it up,” I assured her, and as she dashed out of there to go get a broom, I noticed footsteps coming behind me; I could recognize the scent; it was that of Dante's mate that haunted my every sleep. “Do you need something?” Violetta stood behind me with a devious smirk that spread through her lips. Her hands were placed on her tummy as she slowly caressed it in a manner that seemed like she wanted me to notice how the stomach was growing.