Viola Bly Manor の小説・ストーリー

She pursed her lips as she saw us sitting together. “Gage. Claire. Good day.” Gage stood up and gave her a small nod. “Viola. I was just heading inside. Have you seen Brock?” “I was just looking for him,” she replied, giving him a pinched smile. “If you find him, tell him I was looking.” “Of course,” Gage replied, letting himself back inside. Viola turned her attention back to me, taking Gage’s seat. I briefly wondered about the physics required to grab Bella and vault us both over the brick wall separating the property from the street.

BAM! Suddenly all the doors and windows closed and the lights went out. The room was now dark with only the moon lighting up the place through the window. Heller’s heart was pumping hard. She didn’t know what happened, but she could sense a presence in front of her. The chair slowly turned around, revealing a woman with pale violet skin, dark purple hair, a pair of horns on the side of her head and wore a skin tight jet black suit. She sat in a way that one would imagine of an executive would. Legs crossed and hands interlocked.

POV: Zia The morning air was crisp, the kind of stillness that usually feels peaceful, but today it felt like the breath you take before diving underwater. Viola was back, sitting in the same spot on the patio, looking as unimpressed by the million-dollar view as she had the first time. I told her about the letters. I told her about the pier. I even told her about the "I am not a thief" mantra. She listened, her sharp eyes tracking the way my hands didn't shake as much as they used to. "Good," she said, her voice like gravel. "You’ve cleared the brush. Now we have to dig up the stumps."

“What’s going on?” Viola, who was brushing her hair, shrugged her shoulders and said with an uninterested voice, “Probably another episode of poor Claire little drama”. she said dryly. Alexa closed the door and snorted coldly. “Wouldn’t be surprised.” Just then, they heard the sound of a key turning roughly in a lock. Viola tilted her head slightly, as a small and knowing smile appeared at her lips. “Let’s go eat breakfast,” she said calmly, standing up and grabbing her phone.

Rhea’s voice suddenly echoed inside my head, startling me slightly. I nearly forgot how clear her voice had become again. “She was scared,” I replied internally. “She watched them hurt you and walked away.” I swallowed quietly. “Stop seeing the good in that witch,” Rhea hissed bitterly. “I wish I could tell Dominic everything myself.” I pressed my lips together tightly. Because deep down, part of me knew Rhea was right. Before I could spiral further into those thoughts, footsteps echoed from the staircase. Viola appeared moments later. She looked annoyed more than concerned, though she quickly masked it the second Elena looked her way. She walked toward us slowly, her phone still in her hand

She stares straight ahead, as we walk down the dimly lit hallway. "This mansion is known as the Shade Manor. It was once the center of the blood Fae society. After the Fires of Alira the life that once filled this mansion dwindled. Now instead of being the great meeting hall of the blood Fae, it is simply my home," I ramble, as we walk. "You t-talk as if this place isn't truly y...your home," she replies. "This is the only place I have, since my family is longer around, this place does not really feel like home," I admit.

She wipes it with her shaking hand, blinking a couple of times while looking away. It feels like it's just now that she saw her children clearly smiling again and it was all thanks to Brieanna. She was not wrong to like the girl. Brieanna's audacity to break the worldwide system of beautiful people, William was not wrong to pick her. By the end of the night, when everything was gone, Viola had a drink at the second-floor terrace. She was just slightly leaning over the terrace, both her arms rested on the flat stone rail when she heard footsteps towards her. She glances at the side and saw Brieanna with her cheap dress and shoes.

I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name. _______ "You went out?" Chynna says, her eyes reading into me. I have been ignoring her calls for days now, but Dee called last night, and I promised, so here I am. "Yes, to a resturant and Hyde Park." I say, sounding smug. "Very impressive, Viola." She says, and I nod, despite knowing that it wasn't. "How did it feel?" She asks, with arched eyebrows. "Amazing." I say, then cut her off when she wants to speak.

She was only a few steps away from the alley when she heard a bloodcurdling scream. Viola started running towards the alley. And she saw Lyra. A man was on her, feasting on her neck while Lyra was trying to push him off. Viola didn’t think, she just acted. She grabbed him with one hand and pushed him off Lyra. Surprised that she even had the strength to do so. The man fell, hitting the wall hard. He stopped and looked at Lyra, his eyes glowing red and angry. “What are you?” He said and Viola shrugged.

"…again stating that Miss Lyanna Bloodmoon of Clearidge, Florida is the woman Viola Monroe is so desperately seeking. We are urging anyone with knowledge of Miss Bloodmoon's whereabouts to contact authorities immediately so proper protective measures can be arranged." "The best protective measure would have been to keep Lyanna's face off the news entirely," Leo said through gritted teeth. The anchor continued. "We will now replay the video we received ten minutes ago." The anchor and my photo disappeared, replaced by Viola's face. Growls broke out across the cabin. If I didn't know better, I thought even Sinthy may have joined in.