Violetta Shows Novels & Stories

My muscular frame curled protectively around her smaller one, one hand stroking her damp hair as I pressed soft kisses to her temple — a shocking contrast to the savage way I had just taken her. “Shhh, Velvet,” I murmured, voice softening in that rare way only she ever saw. “You did so good for me. My strong little enemy… my everything.” She nuzzled weakly into my chest, a tiny, exhausted sigh escaping her lips before her eyes drifted shut completely. I held her tighter, staring at the ceiling as the city woke up outside. The cold mafia CEO who never let anyone close had finally claimed the one woman who could destroy him — and he would burn the world before letting her go.

Inside was a dried white rose. It was the one Vincent gave me when he first confessed his feelings to me in Sicily.He said it represented the purest love of a Don. I wiped away my tears,forcing myself to look away. But suddenly,the door was shoved open.Lila,pretending to lose her balance, stumbled into the room and crashed right into the vanity.With a sickening crack,the glass dome and the withered rose shattered all over the floor. "Oops,sorry."She covered her mouth,but her eyes danced with a provocative, mocking smirk."I just wanted to come check on you..."

"Please ask whatever you want, and I promise to respond as best I can if I can." "I appreciate how straightforward you are. Then I'll ask you a question. Could you tell me a little bit about yourself?" "Is that it?" "Yes, I just want to know what kind of woman piqued my baby princess's interest." "All right, I'm........." Violet began to narrate her story, leaving out important details such as the rape case and Qontessah. That was her secret, which she would not reveal to strangers. She also happened to tell her about her current family situation, which enraged the elderly lady. This was something worth seeing; she was even more enraged than she had been the day before.

"But Mr. Valentino I am just saying legally-" "And I am just saying, I really want to kill someone. Seeing your ex soon-to be-wife losing her mind isn't all rainbows and sunshines. You should stop talking if you don't want that to be that someone." Valentino turned to his Viola ignoring the wide eyed, gaping doctor. "Violà-"

Violet maintains her stance for a few moments longer before bursting into laughter and stepping back. “Ah, really Mr. Whitlock? You of all people shouldn't act all innocently caring. Have you forgotten your shameless lies the day we met?” she proudly states, a playful smile tugging at her mouth. Shifting to a normal sitting position, I rub the back of my neck in embarrassment at my behavior. “Stranger or future beloved, I don't see the problem in caring about their well being,” I confidently reply, standing to full height. “How very chivalrous of you, but I don't need your protection,” Violet states before walking out the room.

Violet mumbled as she looked over his tattoos. Which tattoo had she seen before? Did she mean that she’d seen that specific tattoo on him or from somewhere else? Violet took the bitch’s phone from her pocket. The fingerprint unlock function had already been disabled so that it could be accessed without the bitch’s help. She pulled up the same video from earlier with Candice being tortured. Thankfully, the volume was silenced because I knew that nobody wanted to hear her pain again. I could only imagine how strong she was because of everything she had to endure over the past two years. It would’ve completely shattered me into a million small pieces that could never be fixed if it had been me

“Violet. Roll. Good dog.” After the dog obeyed, she slapped it across the face. “Miss Violet. Violet really is such a good dog, isn’t she?” Lina laughed sweetly. “Look at this necklace. It suits her perfectly.” Then, she pulled out another photograph from her pocket—a yellowed black-and-white portrait of my mother when she was young. She shoved it onto the dog’s head, grinning with a mix of innocence and cruelty. “Violet, your mother’s back,” she said lightly. “And she’s kneeling at my feet, begging me. Aren’t you happy?”

Dominic stepped gently from behind to hug Violet, she startled back and said softly: "You're back, enter the room without making a sound?" "I want to hug you, why don't you answer my phone all day?" - Dominic leaned his head on Violet's neck, his words gentle but with a hint of reproach. Violet pushed him away, and walked out of the room, she said: "I don't want to answer your phone, there is no place in this villa that does not have a camera, you can also know what I am doing without calling. electricity."

She knew if it was happy, sad, angry, upset, bitter, or somewhat lazy. “Something happened. Her voice was not natural. It was restless.” Irene on the other line, transferred her cellphone to her left ear. “Hmmm. The restless Violet! That, of course, belongs to Monet." Marie intended for the guards to hear it loudly, so she clicked the speaker. While she knew it was not permitted to speak loudly there, she needed to dissuade them from the monitors that were everywhere tracking her movements. She was an invited visitor. “You’re perfectly right. I can breathe now. The two royal guards leave.”