Novel & Cerita Woman With Violet Eyes

I pressed my lips to her forehead and held her close to me, feeding her my warmth in the hopes that it would allow her to keep holding on that little bit longer. A faint gasp had my head shooting up to lock eyes with a beautiful, middle-aged woman with long light brown curly hair with faint greys twisted throughout, she stood with grace and elegance, but her eyes shimmered with strength and power. I had heard stories about someone who lived on the borders of the Silver Moon pack, someone with eyes like hers. It is rare to have eyes of that colour, they were so mysteriously violet… ‘Oh my,’ she exhaled, ‘I sensed something bad had happened, but I didn’t expect to find this,’ she gestured to A

was a word far fetched from how I was feeling. Her hair clung to her neck, dripping wet, and a towel barely covering her curves wrapped around her breast. Her figure was so obvious. Fucking tempting. My jaw slackened, and my eyes traced every drop of water that glistened on her skin. Violet! Was this a dream? The red hair, those thighs. My gaze flickered to her face. Hazel green eyes peered into mine. I could swear that every damn feature of hers spoke Violet aside from her eyes. They were the only thing that spelled Sophia Crane.

“Maybe people are tired of listening to your sloppy predictions and evil spiritual bullshit.” If the woman was offended by her words, it did not show, and this irked Zee but she remained silent and watched the woman’s eyes peruse her from head to toe. Dear God, Zee prayed silently, thinking next, she is going to say she has seen something about my future. Stupid con artist. The woman’s eyes narrowed disturbingly at her and Zee rolled her eyes disinterestedly. “What is it?” “Come inside,” Violet responded quietly and Zee followed her inside the makeshift house. It was very minimalist. Curtains were used as dividers and she had electricity and a small space she used as her office. It consisted

Flashes of the recent incident crossed her mind. Violet decided to walk on her own, besides her personal maids needed to attend to the “pressing” matters that seemed to be happening. She just walked away from them but not without looking at Clara who looked around with intense murderous looks. Thinking about it, when Connor caught her that day, she had a glimpse of his eyes changing impressions. They turned blue and red but were more gentle and not fierce. It should be something this family shares as a trait which she doesn’t find surprising, rather.

He pushed it open. Violet was not at her desk. She was perched on the edge of it, one leg crossed over the other, the tight black dress riding high on her thigh. She had poured two glasses of amber liquid from a bottle of whiskey he recognized as expensive. The harsh overhead light was off; the only illumination came from a green-shaded desk lamp, casting the room in deep shadows and pools of warm light. It softened her edges, but did nothing to dim the intensity in her eyes. “Close the door,” she said, her voice a low, smooth command.

Evelyn looked down. Three figures stood drawn in uneven crayon lines, holding hands beneath a bright sun. One tall figure with dark hair. One woman beside him. And a smaller child between them. She smiled automatically until her gaze caught a detail that made her breath stop. The man’s eyes were colored violet. Not brown. Not gray. Violet. “Who is this?” she asked softly. Silas pointed confidently. “That’s me.” Then the woman. “That’s you.” Her voice stayed calm. “And him?”

She firmly demands. “Agree to your terms.” I reply. Our order is called, and Violetta quickly walks over to grab her drink and food. Her ponytail bounces behind her. Violetta has beautiful wavey hazelnut brown hair that goes to her mid back, but she keeps it pulled back for work which I understand given her occupation. I follow suit in grabbing my part of our order and follow her to a secluded corner of the seating area for people to eat their purchased goods. We are sitting across from one another. I gaze into Violetta’s hazel eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful and she doesn’t even know it.

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

I shout to Neil, who is also shifting, "I may be an Omega, but I'll show you that smokers and drunks like you are trash!" Zane's POV Violet's clothes crack inch by inch and she shifts into a purple-furred wolf. As an omega, she isn't small. Her size is like a normal werewolf and even looks more powerful. Her purple fur shines silvery in the sunlight, carrying a sense of sacredness and looking very beautiful. ‘Just let me take over and I can take these guys out pretty easily.’ Ziv yells. Neil is lunging at Violet but is slapped to the ground with her paw. Violet bites down hard on the bridge of Neil's nose, and red blood roams out of his wound.

Elara arched a brow, motioning for me to continue. “There’s this old woman,” I said, my hands twisting nervously in my lap. “I never see her fully, but I know she’s there. And her eyes… They're violet. Just like mine.” I hesitated, chewing on my lip. “She always feels familiar, like she’s a part of me, but I can’t explain why.” Elara didn’t interrupt. Her gaze held steady, patient, as if she already knew more than she would admit.