Voilet Novels & Stories

His world was different than mine. But for him, I'll leave the safety of mine if it meant having him. ~ A. Gupta VIOLET HALF An hour later after trying dozens of dresses that I liked but pushed in the rejected pile because of the price tags on them despite the way the woman glared at me like I was insulting her by just standing in the store, I settled on a deep purple dress with its lace sleeves that had soft ruffles on the hem which ended below my knees.

Avery’s apt description was they are their own particular kind of nightmare fuel. Okay. So one hurdle overcome today. One to go. Let’s go put on a ballgown and friendzone Viscount Roland Chenney.

After an hour with nothing achieved but a headache, she gave up. As she drove back to Belle Vue, her mobile rang and when she heard the familiar voice, she welcomed the diversion. The chance for a natter with little mental effort required. She half-listened as Sophie told her about the new dress she’d just bought for the Christmas party next week. Her luck held until Sophie’s words, spoken in the same low breathy tone, oozed into sensitive territory. Dark brown molasses spiked with poison.

Olivia sighed drinking from her glass of water. "Pierre isn't interested,” Gena shrugged. Apparently neither was her. "Chris thinks he'll pierce my gut or something like that, it's not that his cock hits his knee or anything like that, but it's serious,” Helena commented with annoyance. "I didn't even know that was passible,” Abbie said still confused. They all turned to see Louis and me. “What?” I asked abruptly making Louis laugh. “They already gave their opinion, babe. Now they want to know if you practice it.”

I had repeated the last sentence about five times in my head but it had still not taken away any of the pain. It was exactly 8:20 am when someone rang the bell. I knew immediately that it was the stylist. I had gotten ready and I was waiting for them. So when I opened the door, I was pleasurably surprised. Jax had told me 8:30 and they were here by 8:20. It was a tiny woman with beautiful wide eyes. “Are you Reine Graham?” she asked in a tiny voice. I nodded and a smile from nowhere materialized on her face.

She asked. "Karen," he said simply and gave a slight shudder. She crossed the street, her palms in a tight fist, a frown on her face, her white hair was packed in a tight bun. Though the look on her face reminded Alex of his worst nightmare but still, Alex couldn't help the laughter that bubbled in his throat. 'Karen' was a short woman, she reminded him of a funny meme he had seen last week, which had compared short people to soldier ant.

"Are you serious?" She nodded and the saleslady, who earlier was elated was now annoyed at Ligaya. She just lost a big earn because of Ligaya's strangeness. And so Ligaya and V proceeded to the men's section where clothes of her taste were located. There, she immediately spotted a black V-neck and a navy blue rounded-neck

“Let it soak. I know it hurts.” He reached for the black bottle on the ledge—the one labeled Vesper in sharp silver letters, the same cedar scent that always clung to his skin. He poured a generous amount into his palm, worked it into a rich lather, and started at my shoulders. His hands moved in slow, firm strokes down my arms, then across my collarbones. When he cupped my breasts, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks, I shivered. The soap slipped over my skin like silk, and he took his time, lathering every curve as if he were memorizing the exact places his mouth had been earlier.

Vincent's voice cut Violet's thought short and dragged her out of her reverie. "Huh...?" She shifted her attention to him. When she saw his confused face, she smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah! My name is Violet Rhodes. The CEO of SHAVIO AUTOS AND ELECTRICALS," she removed her business card from her purse and handed it over to him. He also did the same thing.

“But you're right, We can’t let them win.” I gave her a reassuring smile and nodded. “Now,” I said, trying to lighten the mood, “let’s see what you’ve got for me.” Violet’s face lit up as she unzipped the bag, revealing the stunning gown Dante had sent . It was stunning!. The fabric was rich and luxurious, flowing like liquid diamond as she pulled it out of the bag. “It’s so perfect,” I breathed, running my fingers over the soft fabric. Violet smiled. “Let’s get you ready.”