Novel & Cerita Who Tortured Violet In Iron Flame

Violet’s arm was also burned by the coal that fell out of the grill when she tried to support me. “Minerva, I know that you hate me, but you can’t throw coal on my arm.” Everyone’s gaze landed on me. They also started blatantly criticizing me. “Minerva, how could you be so cruel? We know you’ve always found Violet an eyesore, but you can’t do this.” I shut my eyes briefly before opening them to look at Violet.

She stopped and lifted her gaze to meet mine. I looked away for a moment. She was right, I hadn’t really fought back. All of Onyx’s blows had been to pin her down, while Íris’s had been meant to kill. Violet’s bruises were from falling or bumping into the broken furniture, not from direct hits. And as for her question… I didn’t know how to answer without sounding weak. I had been furious, consumed by rage, but I hadn’t wanted to hurt her. I felt ridiculous for feeling this way about someone I had captured with the intention of torturing.

“I want to skin you alive just like your uncle, but I have better plans for you. I will make you suffer more than death.” Selina then walked over to get a burning hot iron bar and walked closer to Violet. “Hold her!” she said to her maids. “No! Please let me go! Please...” Violet said as she struggled in tears as the maids held her arms. Selina smiled evilly; she couldn't wait to burn Violet's beautiful face. “Selina! What are you doing?!” Lucian said as he and his two soldiers walked into the dungeon before the hot iron touched Violet's smooth cheek.

You always did. I won't write again. This is closure for both of us. You don't need my letters or apologies cluttering your new life. But I wanted you to know that the man who hurt you is trying to die. And maybe, eventually, someone better will take his place. I'm sorry, Violet. For all of it. For every lie, every betrayal, every moment I made you doubt yourself. You were never the problem. You were always the solution I was too damaged to accept.

She wanted both. Instead, she kissed him again, hard enough to taste blood. OUTER GROUNDS – SAME NIGHT The boy crouched by the burned wall of the compound. His scar gleamed in the moonlight, and his hands shook not from fear, but anticipation. Violet’s hand rested on his shoulder. Alive. Breathing. Her eyes bright with a fever that came from betrayal carried too long. “They don’t understand you,” she murmured. “But I do. You weren’t made to follow. You were made to erase.”

Why fight when you could sort of have what you wanted in a much easier form. Violet was somewhat dazed, the night and drinks had crept up on her all at once. It felt as though she was floating on air as she grasped at the stranger's arm as he led her outside. His skin was warm to the touch, she could feel the very hardness of his toned muscle beneath her fingertips. She couldn't help herself she was staring at him, she saw no need to look anywhere other than him at the moment. It was the alcohol, she told herself, that had her acting like a complete fool. There was no other explanaion for why she felt completely at ease with this person who's existence she'd only been made aware of in t

It was as though she had created an abyss for herself, as she began to pound her chest with her tight fisted hand. With each pound, it felt like something heavy was hurled at me. She did it over and over again until I caught her wrist in mine. She turned to see who had dared hindered her self-punishment. Her face was so swollen and red that my heart melted. I will kill the bastard, for daring to hurt my woman like this. Violet looked unfazed as though she were in a maze. "Violet?" I whispered. She just stared at me. No emotion, no strength, no nothing.

It was as if time were frozen in that tense moment. "Alaric, it's Violet. She's injured, seriously injured. We need help immediately!" I felt my strength depleting. Before completely falling into the darkness of unconsciousness, I heard Ivy's voice once more, now muffled and desperate. "Please, Alaric, she's dying!" My vision became increasingly blurry, and I struggled to stay conscious, but the pain and blood loss were winning. The last thing I saw before passing out was Ivy, still banging on the door with tears in her eyes.

I lost complete control as I listened to Evander’s howls and thoughts… The one and only person we knew loved us for us in this world and actually WANTED us was gone forever. Our second chance mate AND our chosen mate don’t want us. We don’t want Morana and she doesn’t really want us. She’s just using us and we are keeping our promise to our mate. We’re completely…alone. That feral feeling began to rise in my chest as the fury and rage were unleashed directly on Violet. After I slapped her, she fell to the ground and I kicked her, multiple times before grabbing her by her hair and pulling her up to my face.

“That’s a lie, and we both know it. You feel something for me, and if you just give in, I promise you that there will be a mate bond.” Give in? I stutter, my mind reeling. “Give in? To what, exactly?” I try to push back, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The amusement that had been twinkling in his eyes moments ago is gone now, replaced by a serious, almost pleading look. “To me, Violet,” he says softly. “Give in to how you feel about me. Give in to us.” “But,” I begin hesitantly, my voice barely more than a whisper, “all the lies...the secrets...”