Violet Thorn 소설 & 이야기

Violet said as she's trying to push me out from her changing room. "No baby.. I'm staying here.. No." "She won't go anywhere." Blake pulled me out and I sighed. "I hate you, Austin Portwalt!" Violet hissed before Jean closed the door. "See.. See that behavior! If she runs away.. I'm going to kill you!" I hissed at Blake and he laughed. "She won't run away.. If she does.. You can make another wedd-" I turned to Blake and glared big time. He gestured to me to get into my changing room. I walked in and turned on my laptop to activate the CCTV in Violet's changing room.

The werewolf that Osmund once helped, she came and changed clothes and took care of Sharmaine's wounds. Looking at the beautiful girl lying on the bed, her breathing was somewhat weak. Violet is quiet, she is an orphan werewolf with a talent for healing, from birth she understands fate and world order, she is obedient and understanding. In one time saving people from vampires she was seriously injured, fortunately Osmund appeared and saved her. Violet is indebted to him and volunteers to work for Osmund all her life. “Violet, how is she?” Violet saw Osmund worry about the unconscious girl, her heart ached a little. When she was saved by Osmund, Violet had feelings for him, but this cold man

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace

They obviously felt like here would be a stupid place to hide Elena, which was what he hoped for. Mr. Vincenzo headed for his inner room where he had locked Elena; she might have slept off after hours of waiting for him to return and release her. He got to the door and listened for any activity but it was quiet, maybe she had really gone to bed, how ironic! He inserted his key in the keyhole and turned the door knob, but just as he pushed it open, he was greeted by a painful kick to the middle of his legs. “Ouchhh!!” he yelled and bent his knees immediately, holding his balls with both hands like preventing them from falling off. The pain he felt was twenty times the pain of a woman in labor

Violet shared stories about the last two cities recaptured from the enemy, talking about the dangers of capturing Ilyrian City and the details of taking Simonton City. Violet had a remarkable gift for storytelling, vividly recreating the battlefield scenes and making them feel as though they had participated in the grand conflict. Violet also gained a brother in Thomas. Because of her previous interest in Septimus, she mistakenly thought that Thomas was Septimus. During their stay in Westglade, Thomas often appeared lost in thought. Violet comforted him, feeling a mix of admiration and sympathy. Thomas' genuine sense of responsibility as an elder brother led Violet to propose a sworn brother

She walked over to Luna, embracing her with open arms, as if she were the true daughter-in-law all along. Violet stood there, her body trembling, her mind reeling. She was pregnant. She was carrying Christian’s child, and yet, no one seemed to care. They were all celebrating- celebrating the fact that he had chosen her sister instead of her. Her own mother was rejoicing, hugging Luna tightly as if she was the true victor in this sick game. The room seemed to blur around her. The voices became distant, like echoes in a vast, empty space. Violet’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as the betrayal washed over her again and again. The pain was relentless, m

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

Violet walked towards her, and happily hugged her from behind, but a sharp grip on her hand made her squeal in pain. “Betty…why??” She asked as she struggled to free herself from her grip. Betty smiled, dipped her hand into her pocket and forced something down Violet's throat. Violet coughed so hard as the object traveled down her throat. “I have just fed you the Viper's throng, a deadly poison. I have taken care of you all this while, it's time to make use of you.” Betty smirked as she pushed Violet to the floor. She crossed her palms on her abdomen and walked around Violet who groaned in pain.

For Violet. Always.