Voilet Novels & Stories

He was silent as Violeth rubbed her body with soap suds on the body whose fragrance filled the entire small bathroom. "I don't know why this shower feels so fresh," Violeth said, wearing a kimono towel. Arriving at the mall, Violeth headed for a row of shelves filled with dozens of tops for women's underwear of various sizes. Several small shop owners in the mall seemed busy serving several female visitors who also wanted to buy a pair of twin mountain cloth sarongs. Violeth is busy choosing the right size for her breasts. "What do you think about this?"

So they looked at Viola with a look of curiosity and she didn't disappoint. Viola lifted the remote slightly, then with a proud smile, she said clearly, “The name of this company is Virelle Couture.” At that exact moment she pressed the button and instantly, all the large screens in the hall lit up at once as the name “Virelle Couture” appeared boldly across them, glowing beautifully under the lights. For a second, no one talked as they just stared at it, taking it all. Then came their reaction and soon enough came another round of clapping because they were really wowed and impressed with everything that just happened.

I catch it, staring at the tiny piece of fabric; thinking of all the many possibilities that can stem from tonight. Aiden Cross. How would he react when he sees me in this? “You could pair it up with these bell bottom pants.” She holds up one of my favorite jeans. “Oh and for shoes, go with the red stilettos.” Now that she’s assembled the outfit together, I can actually see the vision. I decide to go with it. Violet brushes my hair out while I apply mascara and lipstick. Violet is wearing a slinky little dress that shows off the curve of her ass. Her hair is piled high in a ponytail. She looks like a vixen, one who belongs in a music video.

Lilly spoke up softly as if trying to soothes her elder sisters heart ache. Champagne's brows knitted together and she rolled her eyes. Explain.. What the hell are they going to explain? How they had the best sex behind her back. Her blood was boiling wildly Champagne's green eyes searched quick around the room and caught sight of the vase by the door. She had given him that blue vase.. Yet he can fuck another woman without thinking of her reaction for a minute. Champagne walked towards the vase, she took it in her arms and stared at it for a while, memories flashed in front of her.

“It’s a hazard. I once gave a guy a black eye. “That settles it,” I say, grabbing my keys. “We’re going golfing.” We drive to the mini golf centre with Viola chattering along the way. She seems happy. The place is half-empty, thank God. Just a few bored-looking teenagers and a dad coaching his toddler through hole three. Viola stands beside me in a pink zip-up hoodie she found in my car, her hair in a loose ponytail, eyes gleaming. We grab our putters. She picks purple, obviously. I go with black.

Scarlett. "Please," I moaned with tears of bliss streaming down my cheeks. "Mine," I heard Vinn growl as he sank his teeth into the sweet spot on my neck. An orgasm ripped through my body. "Ahhhh," I cried, and he kept his teeth in as he began to pump fervently, growling and groaning.

my mother said without looking at me properly, “stop standing there like a ghost and pour the wine.” “Okay.” I moved quickly around the table before she could get irritated again. The dining hall smelled like roasted meat and expensive perfume and the roses Paige insisted the servants replace every three days because she liked “fresh energy” around her while she ate. I reached Paige first, she held her glass out with one hand while still talking to Giovanni. “I swear, if I see Celeste wearing the same dress as me next week, I’ll actually ruin her life.” Giovanni laughed. “You say that every time.”

Violet I took my time getting ready, slipping into a pair of tailored blue boyfriend jeans that hugged me just right and a sleeveless white silk top that whispered luxury. My White Chanel heels clicked against the marble floor as I picked up my brown Prada bag. My perfume clung to me like confidence, expensive, and unforgettable. I made a vow to enjoy every luxury this marriage afforded me. Why not smell like generational wealth while I was at it?

Violen didn't answer, but she just complied with me. The atmosphere was a little awkward, Violen didn't speak. Her eyes were blank looking ahead "did you focus on watching that movie?" I said, pointing at the television. Violen still didn't answer; she didn't nod or shake her head. Her eyes are also not looking at me, but her face looks tired. Her eyes were swollen, and her nose was red. Like someone who's been crying for days

Liviana asks, watching as she unzips it. "Come see," Violet invites, waving the woman closer and nodding down to the bag. "Take a peek," she encourages. And with little hesitance, she did. Liviana leans forward, pulling open a corner of the bag and having a look inside. "It's... magazines?" Violet raises a brow, telling her to look further. "And?" "And... nail polish?" Livi questions, pulling out a small bottle full of pink paint. "Ice cream, chocolate, popcorn, movies," she lists, shuffling through the items inside. "Uh, guys... what is all of this?"