Violetta Shows Novels & Stories

I smile widely as I watch the dogs close in on the traitorous maid — first sinking their teeth into her thighs, then her arms. I empty the glass of wine in one go, enjoying the sound and sight of her being torn apart. Her screams echo across the grounds. Other maids nearby are crying, terrified by what they are witnessing. As her voice grows weaker and weaker, I walk closer, still holding my glass. The handlers pull the dogs back and restrain them. “This is exactly what you deserve for putting me in a position I did nothing to cause.” I reach for another drink, but Piattos hands me a bottle of vodka instead. I glance at Zeb — I only asked him, but apparently Piattos thought ahead too.

I'm still trying to identify which language it is and why I understand it perfectly. The woman gets up from the chair and walks towards me, her penetrating gaze watching me closely. "Don't worry; I won't devour you now." She says sarcastically. "I want to know your name." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself and answer her question. "My name is Violet." I reply, my voice slightly hoarse. "What happened to me?" She considers the information for a moment before introducing herself.

Violet said but I deepened the kiss instead. "It's all an act and if you put on a good show, this would be all the convincing we need."

Jesse and Benita appear in front of us Benita faces Violet, she speaks "What an amazing speech, tell me, weren't you suppose to talk about how much you adore your soon to be husband?, let me guess, you didn't have what to say about him, instead, you wanted people to pity you, sad". Violet scoffed "You sound dumber every time I hear you". "Why you little -". She raises her hand I immediately grab it I glare at her "You better not touch her". She gulps looking at the crazy look in my eyes.

Her voice was sharp, a clear dismissal, a subtle reminder of her absolute authority. Gianni, with a barely perceptible nod, bowed respectfully, then turned and exited the study, his movements deliberate, his relief palpable, leaving Violet alone to face Aurora’s unwavering scrutiny. The heavy door swung shut behind him, sealing Violet in with her formidable interrogator, the profound silence amplifying the weight of the moment. Aurora turned her full attention back to Violet, her gaze sharpening, a cold, calculating gleam in their depths. "Now, Violetta," she purred, her voice dripping with a deceptive sweetness, "without our… curious friend to distract us, perhaps you can be more… forthcomi

A smile spread through my face, an attempt to assure her. “It's fine, just get something and clear it up,” I assured her, and as she dashed out of there to go get a broom, I noticed footsteps coming behind me; I could recognize the scent; it was that of Dante's mate that haunted my every sleep. “Do you need something?” Violetta stood behind me with a devious smirk that spread through her lips. Her hands were placed on her tummy as she slowly caressed it in a manner that seemed like she wanted me to notice how the stomach was growing.

He sighed audibly before he continued, “Violetta said she found out and she is upset. We need to move faster. I need to get to Izzy.” “How did she find out?” Logan asked, frowning at his friend. “Marchessa told her,” Nate said with a growl. He kicked his horse into gear and rode faster down the trail, the rest of the party following closely after. --- Firam walked through the gardens outside the castle. He saw the young shifter from Elail. Violetta was talking softly with her. She was a vision in the afternoon sun and he was grateful that something had brought her here to Daikon. He would claim her, no other, in place of his mate. He had lost a part of his soul and now she would try to repai

Violet sighed as she sat plainly before her mirror, watching as she was being transformed into a beautiful damsel. She was radiant, beauty radiated from her body. Her sweet fragrance filled the room as they applied more of the perfume and makeup on her. “Peach, I love that fragrance.” Her mom said ecstatically as she made her way into the dressing room. Violet’s eyes didn’t trail off the mirror and even when her mom came closer, she didn’t care to look at her mom that had walked inside her room, she was very much displeased. Her mom sighed because she knew why Violet’s face was like that.

We were a fortress on wheels. When we reached the penthouse, the air inside was thick with the scent of lilies and the hum of the air filtration system. Dorian was waiting in the foyer, his face lighting up with a mix of relief and awe as he saw the girl walking beside me. "Is that her?" Dorian whispered, stepping forward. "This is Violetta," I said. "Violetta, this is your brother, Dorian." Violetta looked at him, her blue eyes scanning his face with a terrifying intelligence. She didn't say hello. She simply reached out and touched the glowing screen of the tablet he was holding. "You’re the one who bypassed the monastery’s jammer. Your logic was... elegant."

I followed behind, making sure to lock the door behind me. As soon as he stepped into the bathroom to turn off the shower, I locked us both in and washed the witch’s love ointment over his face. His eyes dimmed just like she told me they would, and he stared at me like he had just seen the most beautiful woman in the world. Of course, he had. I bit my lips, raising his chin just a little higher as I leaned closer. “Now you'll let me in, won't you?” Violetta's POV