Novel & Cerita Woman With Violet Eyes

I tried to put some water in her mouth, slowly, as she sipped responsively. I sprinkled some on her face, and her eyes were finally wide open. She clutched my arm. “Are you okay? Do you want to go to the room?” I asked, and she shook her head one more time. “I want to watch this.” I helped her get up, and her eyes went to where Jackie was still lying down. She ignored her immediately, as I led her to the chair. “We were not aware that we were coming here to watch any sort of drama,” the woman who had attacked Violet a few minutes ago said. I looked at her, trying to recognise who she was. I could not remember her name.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

I’m not sure which one but the woman just knows when I am around and I think she gets off on scaring me or something. At their door I kiss them softly and whisper. “I’ll be dreaming about you. I really enjoyed spending time with you and will be giving you a call tomorrow.” I don’t have to turn around to know who is behind me as I drop one last kiss on their lips and turn to the stairs “good night, My lovely Nova! And good night Nova’s Abulita!” I hear a chuckle and “You can Call me Violetta or Mrs Castillo if you need my forgiveness, boy.” the way she says Violetta with her accent is adorable, it sounds like”VEE-O-let-ah”

A familiar figure walked toward Violet in the haunting darkness. The woman had a white dress and white flats on her. Her smile also rang familiar to Violet. Violet still felt dizzy and was unable to confirm who had come. "Who are you?" Violet asked coldly. "You don't even recognize me now? Violet, you have such a bad memory." The woman entered the room with a small smile. Violet saw her hateful eyes under the bright lights. She also saw her ugly, jealous expression. The woman was none other than Isabelle, who should have been in the hospital.

The girl gasped, her eyes widening as she gazed at his strange colored eyes. Violet. His eyes were Violet. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? "W-who are y-you?" She asked, her body shaking with fear. He tilted his head, his eyes growing dim. All of a sudden, two other cloaked figures appeared behind him. "S-stay away from me" she stuttered, moving backwards as they stepped closer to her.They both grabbed her hands and she let out a scream. The last thing she saw was the haunting pair of violet eyes.

Between them sat a woman. She was thin and lean, yet every inch of her body radiated a powerful aura. Her hair was purple like a twilight sky and it fell over her shoulders in loose waves, the streaks of silver threaded through it making her look like she was carved from dusk itself. Her eyes were the same eerie shade of violet and the way they were watching me without blinking made my skin crawl.

Violet’s eyes gradually traced the span of my bare chest up to find my awaiting gaze. I was fairly certain that my heart seized its beating. I felt as though I were standing on the absolute edge of sanity. “I see your eyes are back to normal,” she yawned. My eyebrows jumped in shock. Was that seriously all she had to say? “My eyes?” I asked dubiously. “Yes.” She grabbed for the blanket and wrapped it tighter around herself. I suppose I was grateful for her not jumping out of bed and screaming. “Last night, they were glowing red. I’d never seen them like that before.”

Then she appeared in the doorway of my study. Violet looked beautiful. She always did. With her blond hair falling in waves, wearing jeans and a sweater that somehow still looked elegant on her. Green eyes that reminded me so much of Isabelle it physically hurt sometimes. She smiled when she saw me. “Hey. I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d…” She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes catching the television screen behind me. Aria’s face was still there, frozen in a professional headshot next to the Myles Industries logo.

Nothing obvious. Theodore crouched and turned the portrait over. Violet heard Mrs. Blythe inhale. The woman in the painting stared up at them from the cracked frame. She was beautiful in an old, severe way. Dark hair swept back. High collar. Pale hands folded over a black dress. No jewelry except a thin gold ring and a small brooch shaped like a key. But it was her eyes that made Violet’s skin tighten. They were Theodore’s eyes. Not exactly. Softer maybe. Sadder.

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.