Violetta Novels & Stories

Violetta whispered with a sigh. After the guests had dispersed, Giovanni pushed the door open and entered. Violetta was about to leave when he smiled warmly at her. "Ms. Bellario, thank you for taking care of Marcella." Violetta waved her hand and grinned. "It's nothing. Marcella is my best friend, so I'll always look out for her." With that, she winked at me and hurried out. The room fell into silence, filled with the faint scent of cologne. My heart pounded like a drum as I kept my head down, not daring to meet his eyes.

Hiding behind nobility when really I was just a coward. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of becoming something else. Afraid of— “Enzo Santini. As I live and breathe.” I looked up. Violet. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, barely dressed in her costume. Red lace that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Violet.” I didn’t move. Just watched her with detached interest. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Just sank onto the couch beside me. Close. Too close.

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

She didn’t even know why she cried. “Margarette, please tell me what this is all about so I can help.” “I’m helpless. We’re hopeless.” The grief in her voice was too thick it shot right through Ellaine’s heart. “I can’t understand. Calm down, please.” “Estelel is my sister.” Margarette could’ve thrown a bomb at Ellaine but won’t surprise her as she did by her statement. “Yes, Ellaine. Believe it or not, the Virsathen tree is my sister.” Margarette cried.

LUTHER POV Leo drives us to Zara's residence. We get down from the car, Violet and I walk forward, and I ring her doorbell. "Who is it?". A threatening voice asks from a microphone, I see a small camera and put my face in front of the camera I gulp "We are from Chad's, I'm Luther Benjamin-Kim and Violet Anthony Chad". Violet decided to keep her last name when we got married "Give me a second then". I look at Violet who stood awkwardly, she's nervous, I've heard a lot about chairwoman Zara and she's a tough nut, first day of work and I'm already, working.

Why fight when you could sort of have what you wanted in a much easier form. Violet was somewhat dazed, the night and drinks had crept up on her all at once. It felt as though she was floating on air as she grasped at the stranger's arm as he led her outside. His skin was warm to the touch, she could feel the very hardness of his toned muscle beneath her fingertips. She couldn't help herself she was staring at him, she saw no need to look anywhere other than him at the moment. It was the alcohol, she told herself, that had her acting like a complete fool. There was no other explanaion for why she felt completely at ease with this person who's existence she'd only been made aware of in t

Said the son of a bitch, separating her from me to hug her. And well he was right, the damned woman had worn a white button-down sleeveless blouse, a turquoise skirt, and not too high black heels, her brown hair falling in waves down her back. Beautiful was too short for her. “Thanks Daniel.” She replied somewhat uncomfortable because of the hug, but still answering it “But if you’re here, who is watching the party?” He laughed as if he had heard the best joke ever.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

with that she climbed upstairs After few seconds footsteps were heard from the staircase, looking up ,I saw Gomez's wife now looking pail and fragile due to stress and maltreatment. Behind her I saw a totally different person, her courageous Aura stood out , she was breath taking and nothing close to any of her pictures I saw , her curves were ... No Ace, you shouldn't admire her like that ,oh Lord save me , was all i could pray.