Violet Evergarden Pfp Novelas e Histórias

I kiss the top of her head, smiling into her hair. She's the reason I feel so light-headed. She's fucking vertigo to me. I continue holding her as we both come down, massaging her skin, and a few moments later, she pulls her head up, but her eyes don't meet mine, they're searching my body. She runs her hands everywhere, tracing the ink on my skin with her fingers, and then her eyes stop moving, stilling on my arm. I tried to hold back a smile, knowing she had finally seen the new ink I had gotten a

“Last I checked, you don’t have any classes today.” “I know.” I smirk. “There’s someone I just remembered I have to work on. She’s important to the whole Willow mission.” “I see.” Mitch looks pleased to hear this. “In that case buddy, you must make haste.” *** It’s not hard to know where Violet is. An hour ago, she had posted a selfie of her face with a crying emoji underneath it. Apparently, she hates her psychology class. The class should be rounding off right about now.

As we stepped out of the shop, another blog post was already up. Photos from a few minutes ago. Violet working. Me smiling at her. Me holding her as we sat. It was selling, and just maybe the one-night-stand rumors would soon be out the door. But most importantly, something significant had changed. The top trends didn't only carry Violet and me, but Marcus and Chloe. And the ex-best friend wasn't taking it well. While #PuckBunny... ...was now #IsViliamReal.

He said as he left. Raymond POV:- I came home too tired to do anything, but I know if I refuse to come Violet's gonna be sad. Besides, her anger is gonna make me exhausted. I sighed as I entered our room. Thinking of an excuse. I looked up and saw Violet in a Blue dress that was above her knees. Adorn with white beads, with flats. She was looking really pretty. Her hair is tied in a side ponytail. She turned around and smiled. She looked so pure and innocent. Her cuteness is on another level. She walked toward me and said,

To be hidden away from people who could harm her. I had directed her in the opposite direction, to the painting young artist admired and was widely sought out, mostly by youngsters. One glance at it had Violet’s blue eyes going wide and her perfect pink lips fell apart. “Oh...” The Venus and the lute player, always garnered various degrees of reactions from people but I decided Violet’s was the one to be remembered for eternity.

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Coupled with Evely’s garish makeup, it was no wonder those kidnappers mistook her as Asura, the chaos-creating evil personified. She turned her face to the side as she studied her reflection. She had gained weight, yes, but they went to their proper places. She filled out well, and the jade like curvy body she had in her world had returned. The only differences remaining from her current body and her previous one were the color of her eyes and her hair that was now lighter violet in color. She appreciated the fading violet. She never knew that the violet dye would turn white when it was fading. It gave her hair an ombre look. Also…

Her eyes widened as she released a loud gasp in the room. "What?" I whispered, pinching her leg so that she could control herself. "I can't believe this....Chloe," she said smiling as she passed me her phone. My brows furrowed as I took her phone. “What are you talking about?” “Just look!” Violet hissed, grinning from ear to ear. My eyes landed on her phone and I froze. It was the Academy’s official social page, the one every student followed religiously. The top post had over ten thousand views already. My name was in bold letters across the caption:

Violet tilted her chin up, beaming as people gathered around her like she was royalty. ‘Some people,’ she drawled, flicking a look in my direction, ‘could design the Mona Lisa out of rhinestones and still die broke. They’ll never get a Laurent invite. It’s tragic, really.’ She even threw in a couple of pity clucks, like a gossiping aunt at a family reunion. Subtlety was not her strong suit. I didn’t even blink. Kept right on sketching. Then my phone dinged. Yvaine had sent a photo of a dress and a message: