Woman With Violet Eyes Novels & Stories

She nodded her own pain in her eyes. "He will tell you she has the most beautiful French violet eyes, like an endless whirling pool of cyan cornflower blue shading and faint Mikado yellow highlights. At first, you'll think it's brownish gold, but when you look closer, you'll see that it is actually Mikado yellow. When that time comes, he will make you feel like shit, a worthless piece of shit." "I don't think I will ever feel that," I smiled as tears rolled over my lips.

White and orange hair pins that looked like butterflies sat on each side of her head. The next thing my cold blue eyes found were her violet ones. There was something about the way she stood at the window with the bright orange light seeping through that left this glow in her eyes. Her violet eyes appeared to shimmer, a mixture of light purple and orange, it was almost magical and they drew me in so hard that I felt my heart flip at the sight of them. They were so beautiful, and I imagined myself being lost in them, surging through shades of violet and orange.

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.

I'm still trying to identify which language it is and why I understand it perfectly. The woman gets up from the chair and walks towards me, her penetrating gaze watching me closely. "Don't worry; I won't devour you now." She says sarcastically. "I want to know your name." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself and answer her question. "My name is Violet." I reply, my voice slightly hoarse. "What happened to me?" She considers the information for a moment before introducing herself.

Evelyn Carter arrived exactly at two. She was striking. Seventy-something but timeless. Silver hair in a perfect chignon. Chanel suit. Pearls. But her eyes, when they met mine, held something I didn't expect. Sadness. Deep, bone-weary sadness. "Violet." She sat across from me, didn't order anything. "Thank you for coming. I wasn't sure you would." "I almost didn't." "Smart. For all you know, I'm here to defend my son." She folded her hands on the table. "But I'm not. I'm here to warn you."

There shouldn’t have been anything alerting him to my presence, which made me wonder why he was in there to begin with. Either Macon’s intuition had improved, or he was doing some snooping himself. My phone began to vibrate, and with my eyes on the window I’d just crawled out of, I pulled it from my pocket. I wasn’t going to answer, but Violet’s name flashed onto the screen. Despite the situation, I opened the picture she sent and felt my blood begin to boil. What is she wearing? The ice-blue bra and underwear set were bright against her porcelain skin, the same startling color as her eyes. It wasn’t just her perfect fucking body that had my cock twitching, but the blush that stained her fac

To her right, an elderly, round and full-figured woman was in the same position. There were three other people hanging by chains from the ceiling, and finally, Violet noticed the cage, and the two people occupying it. The first was a man with short light brown, almost blond hair. His hazel orbs were staring dead at Violet and yet he didn't seem to care that she was awake. His blank face, and frown-line free visage told her so. There was also a woman in the cage. She was lying on her back, her lids closed, and her stomach didn't move to indicate any movement of air in and out of her lungs.

" Her eyes were a mixture of green and blue-- A cyan. She was wearing only her chemise and was barefooted. I stood amazed as a slow smile crept across her face. Her teeth were so white, straight and perfect. And the small indentation on her cheeks made her smile more beautiful. She must be a god. "Are you looking for someone? Is your husband waiting here?" She asked. I nodded, stepping forward to introduce myself. "I'm Violet. Do you know Danya?" I queried. Another smile graced her lips. She looked so dainty and delicate. I cleaned my sweaty palms on my maid's uniform, I was so nervous I could feel my heart fluttering. "Yes. Has she finally realized it's time I paid her back?" She questioned

I said, nodding and clasping his forearm with mine. The grip was firm, sealed with the conviction of two men who understood what was at stake: the woman they both loved. When we returned to formation, I noticed Violet watching us. Her eyes, purple like the rarest amethyst, burned intensely. So many emotions lived there: fury, anticipation, resolve… A blazing fire that never went out. Everything except fear. No, the fear she had left for me and Hertor. We were the ones carrying the weight of worrying for her life.

I had searched for his figure a few minutes ago but I didn't find him in the same room as we were in. "He'll be here a few minutes from now." James replied as his eyes looked forward pleased at the magician who was entertaining us an hour ago. He had answered so for the past twenty minutes. My patience is running out. James went to see his friend after accompanying us for a while or actually talking to his men. "Violet?" I frowned when a woman came toward our table. Do we know each other. She looked around first before hesitatedly walking closer to us. " Is that really you? Oh my God. I can't believe you're here! What are you doing here? Did you come with Vincent? Where is he? He's here too?