Voilet Novels & Stories

I order, I didn't create the AI to fill tubs for me, but I can use all the help I could have with Violet, I carried the naked sleeping baby to the warm bathroom, I tried to wake her up, not to startle her with the water. "Little girl, Violet, princess, it's bath time, can you wake up for me?" I say calmly into her ear, she mumbles a bit, opening her eyes slightly, she saw the bath being filled and her body being placed down. She whined at how evil I am for giving her a bath, but it was being done, she kept her hold on me, refusing to let go of my neck first, but I convinced her into holding to my arm only. The bath ended soon, I petted her dry, dressing her in another diaper, and a footie on

Violet decided to buy some new clothes for her size in the evening. "You're so sweet, Violeeee," Violet chuckled at her new nickname which she had given her. She slightly hissed when Violet rubbed the antiseptic cream on her elbow's wound. "Sorry," Violet turned her movements more gentle on her. "Violeeee, can I ask you something?" "Yeah, sure," she asked, dressing up her wound. "Why does that man look so angry all the time? Is something wrong with him?" She asked, curiously. Violet sighed.

Vincent's mom said ****** Vincent accompanied Khali to her room. Vincent's room was just next to her. When he entered the room, the furniture was complete. A large TV is attached to the wall. There are fresh flowers on the table on the porch. The white color is all there, from wall paint to furniture covers, sheets and duvets also fully air-conditioned room. In the washroom, Khali changed her clothes. Violet chose the swimsuit that Khali would wear. Khali also combed her long wavy hair. She was wearing a see-through white dress.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Violet got out of the water and wiped her body before applying a special ointment she saw on the table, on her skin. She wore a blue dress and placed a mask on her face, preventing others from seeing her face. That was the usual dressing for the ladies if they didn't want to attract male attention to themselves. Violet was becoming fond of their clothes including the masks, they were perfect for aesthetic. Violet giggled internally at the thought then she fixed her hair and waited for dinner to arrive. The food included sweet potatoes, carrots and stake. She wanted to ask for wine but after remembering the experience with Alaric she decided otherwise.

She wanted to make me doubt myself, to make me feel small in front of everyone here. Not happening. I tilted my chin. “I don’t let rumors dictate my presence. And Mister Amoroso doesn’t either.” Violet’s eyes flashed for just a moment before she let out a light, amused chuckle. “Mister Amoroso, huh?” “You’re quick. I like that.” She leaned in slightly, her perfume an intoxicating mix of jasmine and something darker. “But let’s be honest, shall we? This whole… scandal is exhausting for everyone. You, me, Carlisle.”

why don't you grab me the cooking oil on that cabinet on the top shelf she said You see that wasn't so hard I said with a smile opening the top shelf" I grabbed a small bottle of yellow liquid I opened it I was about to pour it inside the pan when Madeline snatched it from my hand Did I do something wrong I asked seeing her panicked face" It's my fault I should have been more specific she said pulling my hands and washing them on the tap What happened Madeline I asked confused Violet that wasn't cooking oil it's dangerous rat poison she said drying my hands with the cloth" you mean to tell me I almost poured rat poison into the food I asked looking at her

Viola stood in front of the small bathroom mirror, her freezing fingers fumbling with the high buttons of her full-length dress. The thick, dark fabric covered her entirely from her collarbone down to her ankles. She splashed cold water on her pale face and looked up. Her gaze caught on her own reflection. Violet eyes. The unnatural, strange color that made people stare, the reason her own sister called her a freak. She hated them. She quickly looked down, grabbing her hairbrush.

Violet was sure Curzon was using them to manipulate her into accepting his offerings but their lives were far more important than her pride. "Names," Violet said, sighing. The maids looked confused. "Tell me your names. Names are important." "I'm Olivia," replied the redhead. "And I'm Hestia." Violet accepted the key from Hestia. "Show me the way." *** Violet tried on six different dresses, each one so crowded with decadence there was little room left for her. They were long, like Chione's Parvara wardrobe, which left Violet feeling consumed by fabric. But she chose a pale blue organza that clung tight to her waist and fell from her shoulders like water, flowing behind her into the dress's t

"You're late, Ivy. Oversleep?" "Something like that," I muttered, pulling on my white medical coat. Sally leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're glowing, though. Did you finally let a certain someone past your scent-guard?" My face burned. I could almost feel the weight of Cole’s hands on my waist from the night before. "Don't be ridiculous." "Liar. I’ve seen enough mating marks to know that flush. And girl... pull up your collar. You’ve got a shadow on your neck that looks suspiciously like a high-ranking bite."