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Violette Leilani Night-Villeneuve is a lipstick-stained storyteller drawn to beauty with teeth. She writes stories laced with obsession, elegance, and emotional ruin.Where sharp dialogue meets soft cruelty, and love is never kind. Her characters kiss like threats, her worlds bleed pretty, and no one walks away clean.When she’s not designing, she’s curating playlists, romanticizing the wreckage, or watching storms roll in like a mood.
Violette Leilani Night-Villeneuve she/her Littlenightmare July Cancer, INFP, Slytherin, Dark romance 🔐, Lilies, Star lover, 444, Spearcrest Kings, Devils Night, Zodiac Academy, 777, Frogs, WesGhost 🔐 + more
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Deals & Dares (tba)REST TO BE ANNOUNCED
UNSEEN POEM
“Cibarium”I came to you starving, hunger etched into my bones.
You smiled, mercy jeweled in your sharp teeth,
and split open your ribs.
“Have a taste, sweetheart,” you said.
I mistook it for love.You fed me in whispers:
a knuckle of kindness,
a tongue of affection,
the pulse of a promise,
blood-warm lies dripping from your teeth.I kissed the knife and begged for more.
You let me.
You liked the way I broke,
The way I split open for just you.Your love was famine served in silver.
I starved beside you, chewed through silence,
called the ache devotion while you fattened on my anguish.
And when only my hope remained, you turned away.So I took your heart,
The coward curled inside your chest and bit down hard.
Darling, it didn’t even bleed.