Violetta Novels & Stories

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

ROSALINE So, I got to know that Vincenzo, Bianca's husband was Alexei's cousin and the head of the Italian mafia. It explained the different accent she had. Not to mention that Vincenzo and Alexei had almost the same behavior. It was frustrating, to be honest. We had already spent about three hours at this party and I was getting tired already. Alexei had gone with Vlad, Igor and Vincenzo to talk about 'business.'

"But there's something more, isn't there? About her past?" "Rumors," she whispered, leaning in close enough for me to catch the scent of her perfume, flowery and intense. "They say her real name is Violetta Russo. Her family... let's just say they're deeply Italian, if you get my drift." I nodded, my heartbeat quickening at the revelation. *Violetta Russo* The name rolled through my thoughts like thunder. I was about to ask her something more but she turned her attention to the book about mixing volatile gasses, and I knew I lost her.

In fact, I regret not staying longer at the border, even knowing the ceremony was so close. “Hello, Hertor.” Violet’s voice was gentle and much firmer than the one I had heard in the dungeon. “Luna.” I said, lowering my head. “You look incredible. The Alpha will be enchanted.” Violet looked away with a shy smile, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. And the most tragic too, because she wasn’t and never would be mine.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Besides, it wasn't like there was anyone around to scold me. Switching the wine glass I had been holding to my left hand, I raised my right up to the uncovered images that had been meticulously placed on the wall. As I lowered my fingers, centimeters away from touching the fine print, I suddenly felt the presence of something behind me. Before I could turn around and figure out what had been lurking, a deep voice, laced with a sultry french accent, matched the weight I felt hovering around me. "Can’t keep your hands off the art, can we now, Miss Daniels?"

Before I could finish, the teacher suddenly showed a look of realization. “Oh, you’re the woman who takes care of Luca’s daily needs, right? He mentioned that there’s a caretaker at home whose hand was injured.” My entire body froze. So in Luca’s eyes, I wasn’t even his mother. I was only a nanny. At that moment, the sound of familiar high heels came from behind me. Violetta walked over slowly in a sharply tailored black suit dress and raised a hand to signal for the teacher to leave. She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

Everything inside me stops. No. Don’t do that, little nightmare. Her violet eyes stay locked with mine. She takes one step. Then another. Toward me. Fuck. The room erupts louder. I don’t hear any of it. All I can see is her. Lavender dress. Black curls. Violet eyes. Walking directly toward me like she has no idea she’s about to destroy every piece of restraint I’ve managed to hold onto. She stops in front of my chair. I look up at her. For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing clever to say. Aria looks nervous. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t look away.

Main Characters: Violet Willow Wade - Luna Queen of the Royal Moonstone Pack (Wolf’s name Willa) Violet is a strong Alpha female, having lost her mother at the age of 5 she was brought up by her father and brother. Her mother had died in a rogue attack and ever since she has seen her brother and father being extremely protective over her. At the age of 19, she is the strongest female warrior in the pack, she has trained all her life because she did not want to be vulnerable or weak in front of anyone. She is very loving and caring in nature and is loved by her entire pack for her gentleness and kindness towards them. She despises old customer especially being sold to someone as their bride a

She had short black hair and freckles on her face. “good day miss, I was sent to help you prepare” I opened the door wider for her to come in. she walked in and set her equipment down. “I’m Elena” “Camila, please” I sat down on the stool and she got to work doing my makeup first then my hair. Once she was done. I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror.