Voilet Novels & Stories

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.

***** Viola is an angry for the fact that Venom set Evelyn free without informing her, she was extremely angry that she dig her long artificial nail into her skin, she was also angry because the maid she has been maltreating and underestimating is the one that makes Evelyn's dress, now the foolish maid, has become popular and many people are looking forward to her and she has quit her job as a maid and she didn't even come back to the Spooner mansion. Everything happens suddenly to her, first Evelyn stole the prize of the competition, the old fool who her Mr. Spooner plead with trick them, Riley trick her, Venom did, she wanted to kill them all and have her revenge

Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath. ~ Eckhart Tolle . Violet “Cole!” I paused and so did the man walking down the stairs beside me as we were making our way toward the car waiting for us in the driveway. “Yes, Mrs Carter?” He asked as he turned around to face her. “I wanted to ask you if you would take Violet to the mall. They have a new boutique opened up there and there are a lot of new clothes that I’m sure Violet would love to have.”

James asks "It's ok to come through" I mind link Acre as I take a seat beside James, the woman called Carol gets up and brings me a cup of tea, as she gets near me she bows low and holds the drink out in front of her "Oh no please get up," I say as she gets to her feet confused "We are not your lords, you chose the life of rogues, that does not make you less than me," I say "I did not choose the life of a rogue"

Violet’s P.O.V. The first was Hael’s, which I was stuck on for longer than I care to admit. His unruly hair had been tamed, slicked back to show off the shaved sides. I very much noticed how his suit matched my dress, both a deep shade of black with a slight navy hue but decided not to comment on that fact. It was most likely to show off a united front, though that would’ve made more sense if Sylvia matched us too, which she didn’t.

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.

Marys and Aiyana were running to her and she smiled, although she didn’t know their names, which made her to feel bad. “Good morning uh..” “Marys!” Marys said and she nodded. Marys's hair was tied in two pigtails with thick bangs that fell on her face. Her smiles showed two cute dimples that were very deep. She wore a black gown that was slightly above the knees. It was flared from the waist with long sleeves and she was putting on a white apron and a white maiden’s cap on her head. Violet adored her the more and couldn’t believe that this woman was really in her late 30s. She looked so young, she and Aiyana, whose name she was yet to know.

What was she going to wear? She didn't bring anything with her. Was it possible that Jack provided something for her? She went back to the room and opened a drawer from the commode. The furniture had some folded and clean clothes, and they smelled very nicely. Violet took a white shirt from it, that seemed to be a bit large for her and some jeans that she didn't know how, but they had guessed the size correctly. And then she finally got in the hot shower, which almost made her cry again.

Just enough. A door outside the house. A place Eleanor had prepared. Violet looked at Theodore. He was watching her carefully. Waiting. “What do you need?” he asked. The question settled into her like something dangerous and gentle at the same time. Violet looked down at the black envelope. Then at the window. Then at the ribbon. “Shoes,” she said. “A coat. Marisol on standby. Mrs. Blythe with the gun. And you driving, not ordering.”

******** Viola was all set as well, she wanted tonight to be special as much as Joe did. Normally she always let her brown hair swing free down her shoulders like drapes hanging down the windows, but today Viola tied her hair up into a bun, all sides of her hair was perfectly brushed upwards and joined at the top middle of her head as a large doughnut but she let down two long tiny curled strings of her hair closely to her ears. She was standing in front of her mirror in a tight-fitted off shoulder long sleeved silver gown which stopped a little below her knees with the left side of the gown split within a few inches from below, it was a dress that greatly showed off her sleek curves.