Romans & histoires Violet Is Nowhere

“So, you decided to grace me with your presence after all, Reigna.” Violet stepped out of the darkness, a smug smile playing on her lips. She looked almost theatrical in a long, dark coat, her eyes glittering with an unsettling mix of triumph and something else… something I couldn’t quite decipher. “What is this place, Violet?” I asked, my gaze sweeping over the dilapidated surroundings. “A place where secrets can be buried,” she said, her voice dangerously soft. “A place where no one will hear you scream.” My heart pounded against my ribs. “What do you want?” I demanded, trying to project an air of confidence I didn’t feel.

Blue was frightened, 🤭🤭😂 Red: 😂 I can't believe it. 😡😡 I hate you! Scarlet: Pink is the initiator of that Onee-chan. Pink !!!!! Black: Oopss, Imma head out. Black offline Black! You can't even head out! You are part of it! 😤😤 Pink: You are not loyal! Scarlet! 😥 Scarlet: Sorry 🥺 Red: Yes 🙄🙄 You're a traitor. Pink offline Red offline Where is Violet? Scarlet: Uhm Onee-chan, she goes to Paris. After she startled you and left immediately saying vamanos Paris, adios. 😅😅

"Perhaps Carl ..." Violet interrupted Novya, saying, "Let's not rely on him. Trusting anyone isn't as reliable as trusting oneself." Novya stood there in a daze as Violet's voice continued, but Violet had already disappeared. She was known for her incredible speed, and anyone attempting to capture her would need to exert considerable effort. Gazing at the empty scenery before him, Novya let out a sigh and then returned to the ranks of assassins. Violet's disappearance caused a great commotion not only in the villa but also throughout Zeloth.

Violet Before I knew it, the day of the Luna ceremony had arrived, and the entire Midnight Park hotel was alive with energy. Guests from across the nation, and even a few international figures, poured into the grand venue. It was an opulent spectacle—lavish floral arrangements in deep Midnight blues, Darkmoon’s vibrant violet, and silvers adorned every corner, the air rich with the hum of chatter and the clink of champagne glasses.

Tonight, the moon goddess stopped mocking me. Tonight, I slipped into Wolves-Heaven unnoticed. The city lights pulsed like a living heartbeat as I followed two familiar figures through the streets. Violet. Zoey. They were laughing. Laughing. My chest tightened painfully. Violet wore a dress I had never seen before… black, soft, dangerous. It clung to her like midnight itself. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid shadow, catching flashes of neon light. Men stared openly as she passed, hungry eyes devouring every movement.

Someone was standing there, backlit by those stupid neon lights Marcus had put up outside. Violet. She walked in with her shoulders back and her chin up, that bright blue hair of hers impossible to miss. She was carrying something, a vial that glowed with this weird light, the liquid inside it moving like it was alive. "Wait," she said again, louder this time. "I have proof.”

she spoke as she started walking down the streets. "I am in Luna Del Capri—" "Dad!" Violet screamed when a white van stopped beside her, held her hand, and pulled her inside it. Her phone fell on the floor, and the van drove away faster. "Hello?" "Hello, Violet?" Wesley's voice kept coming from the other end. But no one replied since the phone was on the ground and the owner got kidnapped. - Violet opened her eyes and found herself in a luxurious bedroom. She sat up, looking right and left to see where she was. She did not recognize the room until she looked outside through the window and recognized the yard area.

The space filled with joy, laughter, and well-wishes. After dinner, Violet excused herself and made her way to the kitchen to retrieve some of her supplements. She kept some in the kitchen in case she was downstairs. After taking her supplements, Violet was about to leave the kitchen when she caught a movement through the window. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Perhaps it was just a guest wandering through the garden, but something felt off. Why would anyone be there when no one was allowed to. Her curiosity, or perhaps unease, made her probe further.

She peered at the window and noticed that big triangle tent around the cabin while Bull was slowly fixing things. "It'll be a little noisy, Violet. Sorry," Bull kept that kind smile and kind act that he always does. "I have earplugs for you." "Don't worry," Violet said as she looked outside. There's nothing but them. It seemed like it had been planned. Everything was planned. "Tell me, why am I here?" "To save you?" Chameleon answered. "And where's Viper?" "He's working with Harvey behind the back." Violet looked around and on the very old small bed. Like it's the bed of a teenager. She slipped off from the bed although she felt a sort of stinging pain. She's used to that pain.

He pushed it open. Violet was not at her desk. She was perched on the edge of it, one leg crossed over the other, the tight black dress riding high on her thigh. She had poured two glasses of amber liquid from a bottle of whiskey he recognized as expensive. The harsh overhead light was off; the only illumination came from a green-shaded desk lamp, casting the room in deep shadows and pools of warm light. It softened her edges, but did nothing to dim the intensity in her eyes. “Close the door,” she said, her voice a low, smooth command.