Voilet Novels & Stories

"Hello, Ms. Cooper." Violet stood up and replied, "Hello." Violet noticed that Isabelle was dressed flamboyantly today and the low neckline on her clothing made her cleavage spill out enticingly. Large breasts really were a woman's best asset! Violet couldn't be bothered to keep up with the pleasantries and looked at Carl before she said, "You can continue talking to Ms. Furon. I will be leaving first." Carl nodded. Violet picked up her mug but instantly retracted her hand with a hiss when she realized how hot it was.

Seeing his beloved woman shining so brightly, Alfred widened his eyes perfectly until his mouth opened wide. "What about my appearance?" Violet asked, tossing her dress to seduce her lover. Alfred slowly stepped closer to him, then stroked his head with a twinkle in his eye. "You look like a real violet." "But the violets are purple, and the dress you chose is pink." “I deliberately chose pink because it has a symbol full of love and affection. While the purple color, many people say, has a bad meaning. Therefore, instead I chose that color, and I also indirectly gave you a code that I love you very much, Violet."

I smell bleach. BOLA!!!!

The girl was Genevieve. She only needed a moment to a cry, a moment before she sniffled as quietly as she could and lifted her hands to brush away the evidence from her skin. She bowed to her cabinets not a moment later, producing the bag from beneath her arm and beginning to stuff the essentials inside—shampoo, conditioner, razors, her bathrobe from behind her door, her favourite body wash...

Viola smiled with the overall pleasantness of the area. She started taking off her clothes. Her shirt stinks a lot because of Connie's puke. She removed as well her trousers. Now all she was wearing are her underwear. Viola looked at her reflection in the mirror. The mirror covered half of her body, which gave her the chance to drool over her breasts. It was first touched by a woman's hands other than of her own, and she was referring to Connie's. But Viola was wondering. "How would it feels like to have these mounds touched by a man's hands?"

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

My insides recoiled, then became something else… warmer. Maeve Holloway stepped into the yard as if she’d never left, melting snow sliding off her boots and windblown hair pinned back into a braid across one shoulder. She wore her old Runebound battle leathers under a wool coat that had certainly seen better decades, and those eyes of hers locked onto mine like someone drawing a leash tight. “I swear to gods if you say I look worn out,” she said and tossed her gloves onto the bench.

Oh, dear. ‘What a nuisance,’ Zin scoffed. I rolled my eyes, then raised two fingers. "I'll sing two songs but only with Vio—" she growled warningly, "Candytuft," Violet clapped her hands with excitement. Does anyone realise she has violet hair? Like did she dye it? And how is she human? "I'll start!" Where did Khloe abduct this child from?

Violet lowered her head. Oh, no.

Alex: I appreciate your gesture but no thanks. Alex: I'll be coming with Victoria so you don't have to bother. SEBASTIAN KEATES: Doesn't Victoria like leave here? SEBASTIAN KEATES: How are you guys coming together then? SEBASTIAN KEATES: Do you mean like, coming with her a date? "Alex! There you are!" Alex quickly slid his phone down his pocket as he spotted Victoria walking out of the house. She waved at him and he immediately mirrored her actions, walking towards her. She was dressed in a tight mini black gown, had her hair tied up in a bun and had light make-up on.