Violetta Shows Novels & Stories

Giovanni came last, jacket off now, looking like someone had pulled him away from something he considered more important than anything happening in this room. "What now?" Giovanni said. Paige held the ring up between two fingers like she was presenting evidence. "I caught Kiva stealing." "I didn't steal anything." The words came out fast. "Paige, stop it, tell them the truth—" Nobody looked at me. That was the thing that always got me, even after all these years of knowing better. Not the cruelty of it, I had made a kind of peace with the cruelty, but the way nobody looked. My mother glanced at the ring and then away. My father's expression barely shifted. Giovanni's jaw tightened in the way

And if I couldn't claim it quietly, they'd open a dispute to kill the window entirely. "What if I claimed it today," I said. She looked at me over her glasses. "Then we'd need to move very fast." My phone went off on her desk between us. Screen up. Unknown number. Not a text this time. A photograph. Me. Last night. Outside the bar where I'd met Natalia. And beside me, just visible at the edge of the frame, half turned away Viktor. He'd been there. Outside that bar last night before he came to Camille's.

She had long black hair and eyes that looked like they could see right through your soul. She walked straight to Damien and kissed him on the cheek. It was a gesture that looked too intimate for comfort. “Cousin!” She smiled, but her eyes were cold. “I heard you got married. And I heard you almost died protecting your little wife. How… romantic.” She turned to look at me, scanning me from head to toe with a look of judgment and disdain. “So this is her? Violet, right? You really downgraded, Damien. She looks so… plain. So fragile.”

He slowly rubs his thumb on my cheek whilst licking my lower lip. I pull away and smile softly, biting my lip, forgetting all the other people in the room. It felt like just him and I. "I really fucking like you, Bella." "No cussing, Joshua Stone!" Katherine's voice reels from the other side of the table. I instantly pull away from Josh & look at the others with a deep blush on my cheeks. I grin cheepishly as Chloe and Lucas both hold up their thumbs, telling me I did a great fucking job at catching the best fish in the sea.

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?”

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.

When she pushed the door open, every head in the room turned toward her. Not with anger. With shock. Draven stood near the screen. His face was unreadable. “What’s going on?” she asked quietly. No one answered. Instead, Dimitri pressed play. The video appeared again. Violetta watched it. At first, confusion flickered across her face. Then disbelief. Her breath caught when the figure on the screen leaned forward into the light. Her own face stared back at her. She staggered back slightly. “That’s not possible.” No one spoke.

he told her, thrusting a beautiful navy blue gown in her direction. Violet hesitated, looking a little fearful. "I don't think I am ready for this. What if anyone asks questions I can't answer?" Clyde smiled blandly. "You'll be alright. Just stick by my side. That night, as Violet glided down the grand stairs, she felt every single pair of eyes in that room turn toward her. The dress hugged her figure precisely, and the way Clyde's gaze softened at just the sight of her set her cheeks ablaze.

Just the question, clean and direct. And I had answered. Not the safe answer. Not the transactional one. The real one. Now she knew. She knew Dante Vitale, who controlled everything in his world, had carried the memory of a woman he had seen once on a grey Tuesday and had not been able to remove it. The question was what she would do with that.

The lush copper curls fell down framing her face to look smaller than it already was. Violet's look was inviting, tempting me to get her on my bed and splash more marks all over her pale skin. Her lips looked plumper from the kiss. She bit it nervously under my scrutinizing gaze. "Stop staring at me like that. You are literally taking my clothes off with your eyes", she warned. My eyes trailed over to the window, Alia's figure had disappeared. A sly smirk appeared on my lips, causing Violet to frown. "Don't give me that face" she snorted and walked off, her curls bouncing as she walked.