Violetta Novels & Stories

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

DUCHESS 43 Violetta Suzette Perues was her name before she became queen. And even then, she was the fairest of them all. Her hair as black as ebony, her lips are red as blood and her skin as white as snow, many people swooned over her, both male and female wanted to be with her, wanted to own her. Many people would flock around her and would surround her whenever she is in the proximity, they would always try to talk to her and would always try to be close to her as proximity may allow--- they would do their best to be at skin to skin contact to her--- they would do their best to hold her.

Elise asked but Violet shook her head. “ Valdosta is supposed to make him break that covenant or turn him into a mind control zombie. She is also a world class hypnotist too. She is really good at what she does and she should not be underestimated at all.” violet explained and the both of them nodded. But before Bianca could launch into her own findings, a woman dressed in a purple hood and a hat made with webs and cotton walked into the restaurant attracting their attention. She began stumbling and walking into people making people to leave the road for her and before they could say jack.

Lorenzo demanded, his voice cold and sharp. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re guests are well taken care of. Please forgive this mistake, sir. I hope you can forget about it. I won’t allow another mistake like this to happen again,” Violetta said, biting her lip nervously. She turned around to leave but Lorenzo stopped her. “Oh and Red? I want her for me. Just for me.”

Violet几个字没有吐出来，他这一定是做戏的吧，怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错，叫她为“Agatha”，所以就在平时也将她当Violet了。

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”

And the daughter of the man I’ve hated my entire life. She stands near the grand staircase, her silk dress a deep shade of lavender, her golden hair loose around her shoulders. She looks soft, untouchable—an illusion wrapped in grace. But all I see is betrayal. All I see is my mother’s lifeless face, the fire, the lies. Violet’s eyes widen when she sees me. “Bianca Romano?” Her voice is warm, startled even, as if she’s genuinely glad. “Vincenzo didn’t tell me you were coming—”

She mumbled, a slight furrow to her brow as she thought. “Violetta, Vi?” I said as I sat in a chair in front of her. She looked at me with a frown. “Sorry, my name is Violet.” She mumbled, but something like recognition at the name flitted across her face. “No, Malishka, your name is Violetta Vassilev,” Adrien said to her. “You were taken by our mother when you were four.” “No, I was thrown out for being a girl.” She mumbled. “My mother said that they didn’t want girls in the family, so they were either killed or banished.”