Violet Pink Background Romane & Geschichten

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. 😅😅

Casor was close on his tail, fury painting his face. "What are you doing Ez? You know the rules, your being foolish!" "I'm just changing locations Cas, relax." Violet was actually excited to play with Brandon, she was still half in shock that he had actually approached her requesting her company and even more so he actually knew her name, that meant that he had previously been aware of her at some point in time. She was even more thrilled because she happened to be quite good at beer pong, her high school party days had pretty much revolved around the sport, it was just that a popular sport played by one and all. Any opportunity to show off in front of Brandon was welcome. She only breif

After that, she added, “So when will you be free?” He took a step forward to close the distance between them and said, “I’m always free.” … It was quiet in the restaurant. Everything in the restaurant was gray in color, and the wall lights were dark blue. When they looked down at the night view of Octavia, all of the lights looked like glittering pearls in the night. Violet sat at the window seat and ordered their food. There was a fluffy white coat draped over her shoulders. She wore a champagne-colored turtleneck shirt with a bow tied around the collar. She combed her hair into a ponytail, leaving her face exposed to the air.

Violet's POV "Zoe! Hi." I exclaimed as I saw the short girl with pink hair entering the room. "Hello miss Violet. Long time no see." She said with a shy smile. "Indeed. What are you doing here?" I asked her curiously. "Well, since I am the make up artist here, I will help you with your make up. As the boss said, you want to be unrecognized right?" She asked and I nodded. "True that. We are going on a mission." I said.

Instead, I am sitting in a porcelain tub with no one across from me, in a house that isn't my own, wholly deprived of his touch. The voids have made themselves at home. I spend the next hour dawdling in the bathroom, spending any extra time pampering myself. Sitting on a teak-wood chair next to the sink, I switch back and forth between legs to finish painting my toenails a simple ivory color, the light brown pigment bringing out the undertones of my skin. I do the same with my fingers. Careful not to ruin the polish, I prance lightly

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

"Don't make it harder than it should be, V, take it." "Mia..." V began as he tried to sound normal despite his annoyance. "I just want you to know how pretty and smart you are..." She blushed but tried to maintain a straight face. "Unfortunately, I think you're not smart enough to know that, I'm allergic to tulips." "What?" "I'm not asking you to believe me because you actually never have. But, I honestly did not send that to you." He said nonchalantly as he pocketed his hands. Mia's mouth fell but she immediately regained her senses.

She regretted herself as she reached for the lotion from the top of the cabinet. She prepared her equipment. She chose a beautiful dress. But something whispered to her to wear a purple dress. Violet fitted dress. Her panties and bra are also purple. From the top of the cabinet, she took the same color lipstick. When she had everything ready, she faced his big mirror. First she applied a little powder on her face and then applied purple lipstick on her lips. She ran it hard to get it to color properly.

Why so hyper? Violet sat there calmly, looking at him. Her eyes were screaming about her fearless nature. He took the notice and gave it a thought. "White is a pure color, the color of love with purity. I think you are leading a widowhood. If you have to pick a color, why not go with black? Roaming around in white, is this how you live a widowed life?" He assumed she would be upset to hear about her widowhood. However, to his surprise, she did not react at all.

Well, everyone but Violet, and I was getting angrier after each second passed. "Maybe we should just start without her." Aubrey whispered in my ear and I sighed, keeping my anger in check. "Maybe I should." I faced the staff and cleared my throat, but I was cut off as the door swung open and the clink clank of heels filled the air as she strutted in. Violet was dressed in a purple suit with a skirt that barely passed her mid-thigh, her hair in waves and her lips painted pink, and her cleavage almost spilling out if her suit and anger filled me.