Violetta Novels & Stories

"Tell me everything that you know." Violet is visibly shaking in the corner of the cottage. Her little legs are bouncing up and down as she tries to formulate sentences. "I don't know. It is different this time. She has never come asking about specific people before." "And she came specifically asking for Natalia and Margaret?" Victor asks and Violet nods her head once before looking down at her hands. "Who is your sister?" I cannot help but to interrupt their conversation. "Larissa," Violet says quietly. "She is a servant under the King."

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Violetta pauses. “With all due respect ma’am, I don’t intend to hurt Nova and if you are thinking of telling me their sex I already have my suspicions and I do not care what sex they are. I am immensely attracted to them, but even more so in love with them.” I sigh then under my breath “Cade and Gina are right I just needed to admit it to myself.” “Good! Because Nova doesn’t deserve the hate that they sometimes receive least of all from someone who should be showing them affection!” She pins me with her eyes and I feel like there is more to this that she is not about to tell me.

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."

Violetta swallowed hard and lowered her head. "That's bad," Violetta muttered with curled lips. I don't know, she was very annoyed because the morning that was supposed to be bright was ruined because Smith's arrival disturbed him. Violetta is annoyed with the guy named Smith!

“You don’t think…” “It’s the only thing that makes sense, Iris,” Christian says, holding my gaze. “Violetta doesn’t talk to men – she’s a mafia wife-to-be, through and through. She didn’t go to Bonetti and Marino. Which means she talked to someone who did. And considering that you were picked up from Lupa by a crew who knew, somehow, that you’d be there taking a break…” “Christian,” I whisper, shocked.

He would fail as an Alpha. If he lived long enough to become one. His nose pointed him to a spot somewhere at the loungers by the pool. First, he noticed Jared laughing at something. And then he noticed her. A little woman with a massive plate of food on her lap. He couldn’t stop his eyes from glowing as his body filled with the undeniable need to ravish her. He took another deep breath, and the scent almost knocked him off his feet. It was her. Vanilla. A hint of orange blended so perfectly that his body started to react. And human.

She firmly demands. “Agree to your terms.” I reply. Our order is called, and Violetta quickly walks over to grab her drink and food. Her ponytail bounces behind her. Violetta has beautiful wavey hazelnut brown hair that goes to her mid back, but she keeps it pulled back for work which I understand given her occupation. I follow suit in grabbing my part of our order and follow her to a secluded corner of the seating area for people to eat their purchased goods. We are sitting across from one another. I gaze into Violetta’s hazel eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful and she doesn’t even know it.

“I’m done with you for now, but by the time I get you back here, I want to hear nothing but confessions. Or else, I'll have not just your heads but also those of your family members on a spike at the front of my gate. Am I clear?” “Yes, your graciousness.” They all said rapidly, running out of the room. “This better be good because I was in the middle of something important,” I said to the one who stood before me. “Oh, it’s going to blow your mind.” “Then out with it already.” “Violetta. The one you were so sure I could keep as mine.” “Mhmm.” “She’s been marked.” My eyes bulged. “What? Did I hear you right? She’s been what?”

my voice was barely above a whisper. “Oh, no. You're not.” Violetta walked confidently into the room, crossing her legs like she was on a runway. “Buried in you is the continuity of Hellbound pack’s royalty. You can't be selfish,” I was taken aback by her concern. ‘Since when did Violetta start caring?’ “Get the Luna, a steamy cup of beverage, native pasta with shrimps and a fruit platter,” I heard the orders she gave to Nicolle, which she immediately rushed to complete, but I was hung on the part where she called me Luna.