Violetta Shows 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.

Rolling down the window, I ask "Who are you and why do you want to talk to me?" "My name is Violetta. I'm Tommaso's mother. Can we talk?" What? ****************************************************

Violet said as she's trying to push me out from her changing room. "No baby.. I'm staying here.. No." "She won't go anywhere." Blake pulled me out and I sighed. "I hate you, Austin Portwalt!" Violet hissed before Jean closed the door. "See.. See that behavior! If she runs away.. I'm going to kill you!" I hissed at Blake and he laughed. "She won't run away.. If she does.. You can make another wedd-" I turned to Blake and glared big time. He gestured to me to get into my changing room. I walked in and turned on my laptop to activate the CCTV in Violet's changing room.

“You do not need to sound like this knowing fully well you wanted to be like us. You always did like to roll with the rich ass, spoilt folks so there is no need to act all high and mighty now. Besides, I also have good news for you” Violetta held his gaze for a long second. “He is not dead,” she said. “Your aim is just as shitty as you are but he is in a coma and you may still get your wish.” Violetta stepped back, smoothing down the front of her coat. “I only came here out of courtesy but should in case you decide to put me in the middle of this mess. I will have to fight back, Julian and believe me when I say I do not want to fight you.”

Vincenzo yelled punching him. “No! No! I will speak!” He yelled. “Great. I’m listening.” Vincenzo sat down on the chair facing him. “Violet isn’t American. Her last name isn’t Anderson.” “Yes she is. I know her since we were babies.” I snapped. “Her name is Valeria Siankovski. Valeria Violet Siankovski. She is Russian. She’s the daughter of Konstantin Siankovski.” He added. “What the fuck are you talking about? Konstantin Siankovski died a long time ago. He doesn’t have any children.” Gio said.

Lie for once in your life. “Did you go to the slaves’ yard this morning?” the elder asked again. Violet stayed silent. Her gaze dropped to the floor. My mother shifted beside me. “Speak,” Queen Helena snapped. “Or I will make you.” Violet flinched. Then she lifted her head. Her eyes burned with fire. “Yes,” she said. The word sliced through me. “Yes,” she repeated, louder. “I was there.” A murmur rippled through the chamber. My wolf roared.

But as soon as I get in and lock the door, the lights turn on and I see her, sitting on the couch. I press my lips together and try not to laugh. “What’s so funny?” she asks, “Do you know what time it is?” “Yes. “ “Then why are you laughing? “ Violet is wearing cotton pyjamas with a pink penguin on the front. “You can’t look threatening dressed like this. “ She groans. “You will be the death of me. “ I jump happily and sit next to her. Then I hug her. “Congratulations on the award. “

When she opened her eyes, her face was calm, and her eyes were empty. She turned her head to Alpha Troy and smiled at him. "Why not? It's Alpha Troy, the most attractive man in the party," she replied to Daniel without looking at him. Daniel's grin washed away as soon as he heard her. His eyes watched her every single movement. Violet realized that she had to lose her dignity. She could not be the respected woman here since it was Daniel's plan from the start. She moved toward the center table near the couch and grabbed a bottle. She poured a glass of wine and turned to Troy.

Violet set her fork down and rose from her seat. She didn't want to hear any more of these empty, well-practiced lies. Seeing her about to leave, Grayson immediately stood as well, his hands forming quick, fluid gestures. "What's wrong?" She shook her head. "I'm tired. I want to go home and rest." Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked straight out of the private room. Out on the street, she lifted her head and saw the massive electronic screen on the office building across from her. A video played on a loop. A familiar set of words glowed against the backdrop: Violet Hudson, Marry Me!

A white-clothed table sat at the edge of the terrace, facing the horizon, where the city melted into mountains. Violet strolled out of the elevator first, her heels silent against the smooth stone tiles and her long dinner dress trailing gently behind her. A soft breeze lifted her brown hair off her shoulder, revealing her sexy neck. And for a second, she just stood there, still and taking everything in at once. Her eyes shone brightly as they wandered over the setting, and her lips curled into a huge, satisfied smile. “Whoa!” she exclaimed, shrouding her mouth with her palm. Her eyes moved to the petals of roses that were shaped into a heart. “When did you do all this? I’m a hundred percent