Voilet Novels & Stories

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

Unbuckling the shoes , she set her bare foot on the floor , it was cold , immediately she removed them from the floor hissing in annoyance . “ This is not good one bit ” Violet mumbled . she was about to place her leg on the couch , she heard footsteps . Her cold husband descending the stairs . He was no longer clad in the tuxedo suit , He is wearing a white sleeveless vest , his wavy black hair wasn't styled anymore instead he let it fall freely His broad shoulders and thick muscles moved each step he took descending the marble red tiled floor , his not too wide nor little lip fits in his masculine jaw .

[Violette's Dress-room] The mirror reflected Violette's ensemble in all her glory—not too much and not too scanty. The black dress molded her figure at the hips, but still spread in a elegant train down her legs. No sleeves, but the top hugged her breasts comfortably, leaving slight pops. The dress has tiny white dots on the black, enough to make it a leopard print if this were a brown dress. Her makeup always made her stand out among others, her artist is insane about perfection, and she's confident. Her jewelry is minimal,, too.

Violet said as she's trying to push me out from her changing room. "No baby.. I'm staying here.. No." "She won't go anywhere." Blake pulled me out and I sighed. "I hate you, Austin Portwalt!" Violet hissed before Jean closed the door. "See.. See that behavior! If she runs away.. I'm going to kill you!" I hissed at Blake and he laughed. "She won't run away.. If she does.. You can make another wedd-" I turned to Blake and glared big time. He gestured to me to get into my changing room. I walked in and turned on my laptop to activate the CCTV in Violet's changing room.

I cried after both of you were gone I went inside and cried myself to sleep. I'm sorry sweet pea I know this letter has taken me way to long to finish you are now three years old. I had hoped that I could have finished the letter before now stating that Miss Peach's threat was over and delt with. The last word I have gotten from your father states he hasn't found her hiding spot yet. He has been dealing with her Golems she has created. I know this isn't great news my dear. Your mom stopped bringing you to me every week as promised. Steven has more control over her than I ever thought possible. When I see you you always ask, "Gma Please keep me. Can I just live with you forever?" My sweet pea

While the next few days passed, Violet’s anger simmered down to irritation. Her parents just didn’t get it and there was nothing she could do to help them understand. Putting on her new swimsuit. It was a black and white striped one-piece with the strips in the midsection changing direction so it looked like it was a wrap around her waist. She had fallen in love with it as soon as she saw it. Putting on her new lace shorts, Violet went into the backyard to join her parents and their guests. It was their annual ‘Start of Summer’ pool party thing. Most of the guests were people her parents worked with, but some of Violet’s friends made it. Liliane was there somewhere, and unfortunately, so was

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.

She ran her fingers slowly across one of the documents, her brows tightening. “Something is wrong here,” she murmured to herself. The shipment dates looked normal. The quantities matched. But one column kept repeating the same coded initials. “F.V.” It appeared again and again in shipments that had unusually high security clearance. Elyra leaned back slightly in her chair. “F.V…” she whispered. A quiet knock came from the open door. She looked up. Zevarion stood there. He had changed from his formal suit into a dark shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up. Without the jacket, he looked less like the distant CEO she had first met and more like someone… real.

The photos were taken five years ago. Chaos galloped into the hall right away. Nathaniel froze, his eyes on the screen. Helen jabbed a finger in my face, her own face flush with crimson anger. "I know you hate me, Ginevra, but you shouldn't have shown everyone those photos! I know it was my fault five years ago! Nathaniel got drunk and thought I was you, but that doesn't mean you can do this! Hate it all you want, but Nelson is still Nathaniel's son!"

“Mmmm… that thing you have really works. Look at this glow.” Violet's brows furrowed in confusion before she leaned in and sniffed him. She froze, her expression hardening. “Wait. Did you just use my face wash?” She had made a face wash with rare herbs for herself. "Wasn't that a body wash?" he asked innocently. He had lathered it generously on his body twice. It smelled nice. Violet bolted to the bathroom and came out a moment later with an almost empty bottle. She was seething now.