Violet Bloom Romane & Geschichten

She didn’t seem to notice me drawing closer, her eyes locked on Blaze’s face. “You killed him.” I replied calmly, not at all helping the situation, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Her reactions were so genuine, so pure that it was almost easy to believe she hadn’t wanted to hurt him. “H-He wanted…he wanted me t-to take Olive’s p-place. H-He t-touched me and I just…I just blacked out. I didn’t…” Violet’s lips trembled, quivering like the sweet petals of a rose. She looked down at her hands and the blood that coated them. “I’m…I’m a monster.”

A Moment of Lost Innocence In Violet's memory, the sun-drenched garden blossomed, a vivid tapestry of colour and fragrance that stood in sharp contrast to the gloomy, oppressive reality that now surrounded her. It was a haven of warmth and laughter, where the sweet scent of roses ascended the worn stone walls and the soft buzz of bees filled the air. With her hair in a cascade of dark curls, young Violet joyfully chased butterflies while her laughter reverberated throughout the peaceful room.

Following the instructions, Violet went through a long corridor, two sides of which were viola flower gardens and above the road covered with climbing roses with full colors like pink, red,. - Oh my god, this scene is like in a fairy tale, ah no, no, no even when I read fairy tales, I can't see such beautiful scenes. Oh waaa~, roses planted on the trellis above the hallway. The flower fields on both sides are also beautiful, but I think it would be more beautiful if this was a sunflower. – Violet looked dreamily at the flower-filled road, suddenly a voice rang out, making Violet startle. - Well, so it turns out you like sunflowers? – A blond, fair-skinned, and handsome young man appeared nex

No one had ever given her a single flower and nor did she think she'd ever get a flower from someone and then this man gave her the bouquet which was the size of a huge werewolf. Sitting there idly she began counting the flowers. There were more than a hundred for sure. Violet got out of bed as she groggily stepped into the restroom. After a warm relaxing shower, she wore a new set of clothes. Standing in front of the vanity she blow-dried her hair when the door opened and Dana stood there. "Oh, I'm sorry," She bowed and closed the door before knocking and Violet let her in. "I'm sorry, princess. I was in such a hurry," she said.

There are some violet flowers and it was my grandma's favorite, so I will buy them to surprise her, I decided to go to visit her first in the hospital before going home. "What flower is this?" I asked the florist, I took a piece of flower and smelled it. "It's a Chrysanthemum miss. Only one hundred fifty lei of each bouquet," the florist answered. I nodded while picking the violet Chrysanthemums. "You can pick red Chrysanthemums miss. They said it symbolizes love," the florist suggested and I smiled. "I remember what my grandma said that violet chrysanthemums symbolize recovery for a sick person so I'll buy this one," I said.

Violet’s POV Blue was sprawled across my bed like she paid rent, wings stretched, tail twitching, and now roughly the size of an overfed lion. Her scales shimmered iridescently every time she breathed, her little nostrils puffing tiny curls of smoke. Riven fed her “growth regulation pills,” whatever the hell that meant, so she wouldn’t evolve into a full damn sky-dragon inside the dorm and burn the place down. Not that I would’ve minded. Some people deserved a light crisping.

The bud began to unfurl. It was the most beautiful thing Sofia had ever seen. The petals were the color of a summer sun, radiating a warmth that instantly neutralized the toxic violet dust in the air. As the flower opened, a thick, golden nectar began to pool in the center, a liquid light that smelled of rain and new grass. "The Purest Bloom," Seraphina whispered, her face pale in the golden radiance. "The end of my plague. And the beginning of your hunt."

“I…shame if you…read it straight.” "Never mind, I can't wait to read it." Violet quickly took the greeting card tucked into the bouquet of flowers, reading it silently with a floating smile. “You have to promise me never to sulk again. If you ever cry again, then the violets I gave you are not very suitable for you. Because your very beautiful name fits perfectly with the beauty of the Violet flower. I love you, Violet." After reading it to the end, Violet smiled even more as she picked up a single Violet flower, inhaling its aroma with pleasure.

waiting at the finish line. "Is this the 'Violet-Winter' again, Avery?" Silas asked, his eyes reflecting the new, indigo sky. "No, Dad," Avery replied, her own skin beginning to glow with a soft, "Natural-Amber" light. "This is the 'Violet-Spring.' And this time, we aren't 'Borrowing' the flowers. We’re 'Growing' them."

Like an obedient child, I went to the bathroom for a quick bath. Shortly after, I was done. The water was cool and soothing. I felt refreshed and hence returned to my room. I was wearing only a white towel around my body, which reached mid-thigh high. Water dripped from my wet hair which fell to my back “Damn, it's losing its color,” I forgot about the virgin flower on my back. After I lost my virginity, Violet made me eat a sacred plant from our world. It would return the color to purple. That way no one would suspect I was touched by another male