Novel & Cerita Walking Dead Violet

Martin called out frantically, his voice laced with panic as he caught sight of her heading for the door with his clothes. Violet didn’t stop. “Enjoy the wild ride,” she said coolly over her shoulder as she placed the cash on the desk. Then she pushed the door open and stepped outside. The moment her heels touched the pavement, the bell above the door jingled, and a woman strolled in. The scream echoed behind her a moment later. Unbothered, she tossed the clothes into the nearby dustbin and sanitized her hands. “Filthy werewolves,” she muttered under her breath and stepped into the car before driving off.

As she spoke, Carissa addressed Rafael, "Please call Vanda. We have a patient here." Violet was settled in an empty room. She was so tired, she fell into a deep sleep before the medicine was even ready after Vanda examined her. All the way here, Violet had been so frustrated. Her health had always been robust, and she rarely suffered from even minor ailments. It was embarrassing that she had failed at a critical moment. She felt like an embarrassment to the Inferno Guild! When the medicine was ready, Carissa woke Violet up to drink it. Violet sat up and gulped it down, then asked, "How's Lawrence?"

I grab my pillow and sob quietly into it, pretending it was my brother. A knock makes me gasp for air but I don't move from my spot, hugging the pillow tighter as my tears refuse to stop. If Hestia was back with the cookies, I'd gladly take some. Another knock on the door makes me look up at it at the same time it opens, Anthony's face peeking around it. His expression turns alarmed as he processes my fetal position and tear soaked pillow. "Violet," He says, a sense of urgency in his voice as he closes the door behind him, "What's going on? Why are you crying?"

When she started to put the glass down, Zaiden stopped her. "Drink all of it." He told her. Violet couldn't stop crying as she swallowed all of the water. Everyone waited to see what was going to happen, and they didn't have to wait long. Violet dropped the glass and put her hand to her throat as she fell to the ground. She began convulsing, and within minutes, she was dead. Everyone looked at Selena, who was staring at Violet on the floor. They all had the same question. What was in that water?

- Violet walked back to her father’s altar to talk. Her father died in a traffic accident when she was only 11 years old, because of shock, so after a year later her mother also fell ill, comatose and currently being treated in the hospital. Therefore, Violet has been working as a milk delivery person for 3 years now, she always tries to deliver as much milk as possible because this is her only source of income, her salary is used to pay for school fees and hospital bills for her mother.

“You know what? Forget about the girls here. If Willow gets back and sees that you called in a full squad, she’s going to lose her shit.” Oh, it’ll definitely be mutual. I have a mind to put a handcuff on her and have her tethered to me. “Hello? Can you hear me?!” Violet steps in front of me, getting right in my face. No one ever dares to get that close to me. But she does. She’s tall for a girl and her eyes are a pitch black color, like a moonless night sky. Is that vanilla perfume she’s wearing? “Get out of my way.” I furrow my brows at her. “Don’t let me make you.”

"Oh. Marcus Hale's office just called back. They had a cancellation. Can you be there in an hour?" I looked at her. At my fierce, loyal, perfect best friend. "Yes," I said. "Let's go destroy them." The elevator doors opened to the lobby. Miguel looked up, saw my face, and quickly looked away. Smart man. Because Violet Carter was done being the victim. Violet Carter was going to war.

Mila's eyes glaze over for a moment, then she smiles apologetically and excuses herself, leaving her alone. After a few minutes of walking around the garden, Violet decided to return to her room, already exhausted physically and mentally. These past few weeks with werewolves she'd thought weren't real had been the most exhausting and torturous in her life. She took the stairs, thankful that Jenedeith wasn't anywhere around. She might sight her and decide to hurt her more this time. The handprint on her arm stung painfully and all she wanted to do was sit in the bath and sleep off.

*Violets POV* As I woke up, my eyes opened to a new place. I had no memory of my past life or of my father. I could not remember anything. All I knew was that I had been stabbed; I could tell from the wound in my chest. It had been healed, but I still had a scar.