Violet Raz Novels & Stories

Vincent's voice cut Violet's thought short and dragged her out of her reverie. "Huh...?" She shifted her attention to him. When she saw his confused face, she smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah! My name is Violet Rhodes. The CEO of SHAVIO AUTOS AND ELECTRICALS," she removed her business card from her purse and handed it over to him. He also did the same thing.

For Violet. Always.

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.

Even though it was in the middle of summer tonight was a cold and stormy night. Her mother was having to work late tonight and her step-father just walked in the door with her half sisters. She knew she had to hide. If he found her it would be another long terrible night. She couldn't take another long, crazy, painful, horrible night. She has had enough pain. She shouldn't have to endure this anymore. She should be allowed to leave and move on from this. She needs to live her own life for herself. She needs and wants to be free. She was going to find a way out one way or another. It's time for her freedom even if she has to take it by force. I am her, and she is me. My name is Violet, and th

Whether I would deny him and give him a piece of my mind or let him enjoy his sweet moment, annoyed me before the clock passed the ten digit. Since he knows me well. This is Violet Bria Hank, I will never let someone feel that victory for more than a minute. "Wow! I've never once felt remorse for my actions." I said looking at him with a lack of expression. "However, today you managed to make me feel it." His laughter filled the room.

"Eden thinks I'm a flower needing to be kept under glass. Literally. But I listen to the whispers of this court. What else do I have to do? Besides, that cobalt blue powder on your boots is her royal color. Queen Dalyla practically signed her name to this mess." "You're an excellent student," Violet responded, impressed with the princess. "If our original assassin is from the Queen of Love then I need to find her." "I'm coming with you." Violet hesitated. "The king wouldn't like that." "Please," Raegan begged, "I want to be more than the Princess of Useless Facts. I want to do something for my kingdom." "You're not useless at all," Violet smiled. Raegan returned the gesture. "Very well but s

Azriel said, repeating Sienna's line. "Alright," Sean said, before pushing to his feet. He left to set that one crow free. ......... Violet smiled at the tiny leaf she had managed to carve into the wall with a small rock. People usually loved flowers, but she had a weird fascination with leaves. No matter the color— green, yellow, red, or even brown, they always caught her attention. She loved their quiet strength, the way they rustle at the slightest touch of wind, and, of course, their aesthetic beauty.

Is the first question that came to Liviana’s mind. Leo couldn’t help but laugh at the basic question, but answers nonetheless. “Blue.” “Pink.” Violet answers, an obvious one considering she was dressed in all pink tonight, a blushed colored silk dress clinging to her body, matching that of the shimmery eye shadow she wore and the gloss painting her lips. “Yours?” “I like Purple.” Livi answers after a moment of thought. “I bet purple looks great on you.” Violet says, looking the girl over. “I bet everything looks good on her, she’s hot.” Leo adds, and Liviana couldn’t help but blush at the bluntness of her words.