Blue Heart Celeste Novels & Stories

Celeste said, making herself comfortable on Baltasar’s lap. Celeste was wearing a black & silver one piece bikini. It exposed her back and had lacey straps around her neck and at her hips. Baltasar wore some chocolate brown and orange swim trunks that came down past his knees. I was wearing a cream, red and beige bikini. The top was strapless with beige flowers on it, while the bottom was barely considered a skirt with a built in panty and tied at my hips. Lio’s swim trunks were a solid navy blue.

The trim and accents in her private offices were her signature sapphire blue. Her hellhound, Teuf was currently in his German shepherd form as he entered the room and went to lay on his overstuffed bed. Before he settled, his eyes flashed red, and smoke billowed from his snout. With his warning issued, he lay down for a nap. Celeste motioned for the four parents to sit down in her guest chairs. Once again, she was grateful to have such a thoughtful and organized Omega as her assistant. Instead of her usual two, there were four chairs. Her standard two were cherry wood and blue padding and two with padded arms that were pulled from the conference room.

“Miss Elaine.” The voice at the doorway drew her back. Celeste Valencia stood there, one hand resting against the glass frame, a tablet tucked beneath the other arm. Her sharp navy suit remained immaculate despite the long day, and her expression carried the same composed impatience it always seemed to wear. “If you’re done winning private battles,” Celeste said dryly, “we have a hotel project on life support.” Yesha blinked, then laughed softly before she could stop herself. The sound surprised even her.

"I can give him to you." Celeste laughed bitterly. "Impossible." "Nothing is impossible." "Remove the obstacles." "And Kael will have no one left." Celeste looked away. "I won't kill Kiara." "I didn't ask you to." "Then what?" "There is someone I need." "Who?" "Olivia." Celeste frowned. "Kael's mother?" "Yes." "What do you want with her?" "That isn't your concern." Silence stretched between them. Finally Seraphine reached into her cloak and removed a tiny glass vial filled with shimmering blue liquid.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.

I adjusted myself and immediately addressed them. When I looked at Celeste her eyes were just black. It is not mixed with white or red. I'm starting to get scared again because her aura is different now. Add to that the fact that she's wearing a black hoodie and shorts. But when you look at her whole being it is as if you saw a Demon ascend to earth because of her frightening Aura.

She hands the bag to me and I open it to see a black box with red ribbon on it. "What is it?" I ask her. "It's for you." Alex says. "Open it." Aurora says. I look at Aunt Sara for her opinion and she shrugs. I open the box and see a pair of loubotin heels. It is of black colour with gemstones adjourning it and a red massive bow at the ankle that will totally go with the dress I bought. It is the most dazzling pair heels have ever seen. I close the box and look at Alex.

“Good day everyone. I see my name has already moved through places I am yet to have the honours of gracing, but I'm flattered, thank you—” “What do you think you're doing—” “Please let me finish.” She also cut the member short. Maybe I made up what I saw about the stiff shoulders. The woman standing beside me, schooling my board, didn't seem to have a single nervous bone in her body. “I'm Celeste Miller, and I now work for Thorn Pharmaceuticals as part of the board. I appreciate your warm welcome.” A sweet smile spread across her cheeks as horror flashed through their gazes. I watched her deliberately poke my board of directors, and my lips lifted in pure delight. I might have a trouble make

I ripped my eyes away from Celeste before I did something stupid like run my hands over the velvety fabric hugging her waist. “How careless of me.” She said with a graceful laugh. “I just came inside from taking a phone call and was so surprised to see my assistant that I forgot to introduce myself.” Before she could continue, Robert’s eyes narrowed. “Your assistant?” My eyes darted furtively between Celeste and the Hughes. How was I supposed to explain why an heir to Crown Luxe was working as an assistant in a small studio without exposing my identity or jeopardizing my father’s contract? “Yes–he’s an invaluable part of my design team.” My boss responded cordially and held out a hand. “Cele