Walking Dead Violet の小説・ストーリー

Did she know about all his flings and affairs? Odd compliment, but I took it and smiled at her as she shook my hand. “My name is Cassie. But you can call me Cass. That emotionally constipated brick wall is my brother. Half-brother, technically. And I am really jet-lagged right now.” She stifled a yawn, and I smiled at her, shaking her hand. “I am Violet, and I only want an alliance for my pack.” “Of course, you do. Because if you were a gold digger that strutted in impossibly high heels, I would have strangled you to death.”

she whispered, tears filling her unfocused eyes. Her condition sliced through the crazy attraction created by the bond. Her pupils were dilated, her pulse was racing, and sweat covered her skin despite the freezing air. Beneath her sugar-cookie scent was the bitter chemical odor of a drug. It was making her weak, confused, and unnaturally aroused. A murderous growl rose from my chest as I looked at Colin. He stood several feet away, shirtless and breathing hard. Fear entered his scent, but he tried to hide it. It didn’t take me long to understand what had happened. Violet had run from his bedroom in this condition, and he had chased her outside without even putting on his shirt.

It was pure silver energy. Kaelen gasped. He staggered backward, his knees hitting his heavy leather chair. The glass of whiskey on his desk began to vibrate. Small cracks spread across the crystal face of his expensive wall clock. "Violet... what... what is this?" Kaelen stammered. His eyes grew wide with sudden, primal fear. His inner wolf was trying to force him to his knees. The air in the room became too heavy to breathe. "Your scent... it's..."

She heard the dial tone, and her heart leapt to her throat while she prayed that Patrick would be the one to pick up the phone this time. “Hello?” God did not forsake her. She heard Patrick’s voice. “Dad! It’s me, Violet!” Violet cried out. Patrick fell silent. “It’s me, Violet,” she repeated while gripping the phone tightly. Due to how worked up she was, her voice quivered, but she stared at Lucius with refusal to give up. As long as Patrick said something, he would acknowledge her identity, even if he only yelled at her. “Violet is dead.”

I'm sure Clyde would be happy to help his dear sister. The word oozed sarcasm from it, and Violet's fists clenched. "You're despicable." He laughed. "Oh, come on, Violet. You knew this was coming. You didn't seriously think you could escape your past, did you?" She had barely opened her mouth to retort when her phone whirred. It was Clyde. She hesitated a minute before answering. "Violet, where are you?" Clyde's voice cut through sharp with concern. “I… I’m out,” she said, glancing at Tony, who raised an eyebrow.

Once she arrived in the room, George was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging, Violet headed to her closet and changed into a pair of black leggings and a pink sports tank. She slipped on her white sneakers and gathered her brown hair into a ponytail behind the center of her skull. Violet secured her smart watch around her left wrist, picked up her wireless earbuds and tucked her phone into one of her legging pockets. Through all this, George was still missing in action. Violet turned off her bedroom light and followed the hallway to the front of her home, and that's when the vampire re-emerged. George stood with his back against the door, blocking Violet's path.

Jacqueline whispered. “To you, Wu. For doing this” Maria said. “No, to Aal and to Ruby. And to Amelia and how we started. Where we started to where we are—” “It’s for us. It’s to us—The Vamps” I cheered. - Wu might have liked visiting the graves of the people she’d lost. Perhaps because she was just like Jacqueline. She wanted to close to them once more. But she hadn’t been there in a year. Not to Aaliyah’s or to Jade’s or to Ruby’s. Except now.

Jayce was startled awake by the sounds of Jordyn vomiting. He jumped up, glad that she was finally awake. She’d been in the pack hospital for two days without waking up. The first thing Myra did when they got back was hook her up on an IV to try and flush the wolfsbane and vampire venom from her system. Her healing magic wasn’t working well with the mix of the two, even Marilyn couldn’t touch it. He rushed over to her bedside, pushing the nurse call button as he tried to keep her from tearing out her IV.

“Please… someone help me.” No one listened. They were all still laughing, talking about Luna’s pregnancy, about Christian’s future with her. Violet’s pain- her suffering- was invisible to them. The pain intensified, and she felt another gush of blood. Her vision blurred with tears, her body trembling with shock. Is this how it ends? Finally, someone noticed. It wasn’t Christian. It wasn’t Luna. It wasn’t her own mother. It was a distant cousin, someone barely connected to her, who gasped and pointed.

The pain cleared the path ahead of me and every time it was starting to wane, all I needed to do was step backwards and let it lead me in the right direction. Soon I found her, but also made another damning discovery. If we made the wrong move then we would be discovered by the rogues and with nighttime falling, one never knew what Silus was up to. While I could trust him to protect Violet, how he would do it was bound to upset me later. When I found her, she was crawling. Not like an infant learning to move, but like a prisoner fighting for his life. She must have realized that the pain got worse the farther she was from me, but she endured it. For someone who claimed I loved her, she sure