Voilet Novels & Stories

After that, she added, “So when will you be free?” He took a step forward to close the distance between them and said, “I’m always free.” … It was quiet in the restaurant. Everything in the restaurant was gray in color, and the wall lights were dark blue. When they looked down at the night view of Octavia, all of the lights looked like glittering pearls in the night. Violet sat at the window seat and ordered their food. There was a fluffy white coat draped over her shoulders. She wore a champagne-colored turtleneck shirt with a bow tied around the collar. She combed her hair into a ponytail, leaving her face exposed to the air.

“When I asked what you guys do for fun around here, this is not at all what I expected.” “But it’s like ten times better right?” Veronica says standing in front of the mirror and analyzing her raven colored outfit. She had come to my room to get ready since both our rooms were right beside each other. “So what’s the plan exactly?” I slip on my black fitted long-sleeved gown which reaches mid-thigh. “Well, as you know there are seven floors. We’re on the third, and Rhea’s on the second. The guys are also on the second.” She chooses to make her hair a little wavy at the ends while I straighten mine.

I mean all things considered, I am in horrible trouble as it is but when you see people wearing fur coat like it's a summer dress walking a dog that looks like it was custom made, you begin to feel like you are underdressed even though you wore your leather jacket that cost you about a hundred bucks and jeans that probably did not cost you much but it meant a lot to you. "Don't do that" My Aunt Penelope's voice is what stops me from tapping my nails on the windows of the car as I stop to look at her. For one thing, she is over dressed. Not that I have any right to judge but we came from Vino, the very ugly and opposite side of Aeria which is under the state Kumari. You know how every side ha

I thought I'd outgrown it, thought I'd forgetten it, until now, with the walls feeling smaller, closing in, and with me trying to stop it. The house is on fire, and I am burning. I close my eyes and they feel wet, so I take in a shaky breathe and will myself to be strong. Faraway, I hear my phone ring and I stiffen, fear clawing at my thoat and ribs. I scarmble in the dark, trying to get to my phone in the chaos. "Viola." I hear and realize I'd press the answer button without knowing, his voice makes me whimper. "Violet." There's an urgency in it now, and I cover my mouth, to stifle the sob tearing through me, but it burst out like a dam.

"Mate. You are my fated mate, Violette." I had expected to see an emotional expression on her face after the revelation, but on the contrary, color utterly drained from Violette's face as if what I had said was a curse instead of a gift. "You are joking." "I am not laughing, Violette." "Oh Lord, I want to vomit," Violette said as she searched for a basin, and when she found one, she went for it after struggling to break free. Then she let out everything she had eaten.

I cock my head to the side in confusion, “Who?” “Oh, those are the names I’ve chosen. Violet if it’s a girl and Viorel if it’s a boy,” she says proudly. “Let me guess, Viorel has something to do with purple.” “Bingo,” she winks, making us both giggle. She really is crazy for that colour. Which is pretty funny considering Tyson smells like violets to all of us. I wonder what he smells like to Evalyn. “Anyway, enough of that, have a look at what I got for you. I gave it a lot of consideration,” she says sliding the bag closer. I take a breath and reach into the bag, pulling out a soft yellow piece of fabric. What is it? Evalyn has an amused look on her face. “Let me help you,” she takes the fa

I smile, I don't think I've ever had this much fun with anyone other than Sophie, actually. The dress Violet grabs for me is a red backless bodycon with a deep v-line. It barely holds my boobs in and I'm sure my labia are hanging out but I have to admit, I look good. Gemma and Violet aren't dressed any less slutty than I am though. Gemma's dirty blonde hair is pulled up with a few hairs framing her face, her dress is light purple and strapless and she's got white strappy heels on. Violet let her wavy chestnut hair free, her midnight blue dress is backless like mine but it has one off the shoulder strap and she is wearing a pair of black flats. They both look sexy as hell too!

For Violet. Always.

Violet’s eyes fluttered open to an expanse of stark white. The walls were sterile, the air filled with an antiseptic smell that stung her nostrils. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to focus, the world around her a hazy blur. She blinked several times, desperately trying to piece together the fragments of her reality.

She could give Whitney a run for her money in the southern debutante category. Violet is a vision of a wet dream in this pink/peachy thing with a hem higher in the front to show off her muscular thigh, lower in the back to help showcase the tan she got today. Her arms are on full display and the lace cut outs at the top are playing peak-a-boo with her perfect cleavage. Her long hair is down – I hardly ever see it that way, but it's curly (which I've never seen) and she's got this dark stain on her lips. The stain gives me ideas about how that dark color would look smudged at the corners, or maybe smeared up and down my cock as she goes down on me. "Anthony?" Her voice is full of uncertainty,