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In the middle of a scene, he puts his arm around me and I walk up to him. -I really like you Mindy. I pull away and get up from the couch. -This is happening so fast," I was about to leave, but he stops my arm. -Please don't go. -Let go of me. -Please, you have to remember me, don't you remember me at all," he hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear. "Blue lake." -¿Blue lake? -Blue lake. -¿What's wrong with you? -It's not working.

Gideon has a reputation of being the most imposing Alpha's around, but he's so gentle with me. "Oh, that smells lovely! Is that for tomorrow morning?" Celeste sits down at the counter stool. "Yeah, it's blackberries and violet syrup for pancakes tomorrow." I smile just thinking about the little purple violets. Celeste looks at me, and I can see a bit of tension release, "He's a good man who's been through a lot and has seen a lot of awful things with his pack duties. He needs someone who can make a home for him that he longs to come back to. You have been through so much and deserve someone who will protect you and your heart." Tears start flowing from Celeste's eyes. "I'm just so happy you

With her world revolving in front of her eyes, Celeste looked down at the check placed in front of her, when Carl's voice shocked her to the core and she felt the world closing up on her. “ DYLAN GRAY BOUGHT YOU FOR HUNDRED MILLION! ”

I tried to ignore the sting that prompted in my chest. When Ms Black arrived I wanted to fling myself out of the closest window. “Celeste Black, here to see Mr Wolfe,” she announced without giving me the opportunity to greet her. She was gorgeous. Tall, toned, elegant. Not to sound like a cliche, but this woman was like a supermodel. Her face was flawless porcelain, her hair a drape of caramel and honey. Her eyes were a startling blue, pale enough to look a bit shrewd. I was sure she’d be the type of woman to use her attractiveness as a weapon and I kind of didn’t blame her.

he said, his eyes fixed on a striking figure in the distance. I followed his gaze and found myself locking eyes with a silver-haired woman draped in a dark blue cloak. The three-star insignia embroidered upon it was unmistakably the crest of the Blue Magic Tower – the very organization I had recently turned upside down. 'Sia Celeste,' I recognized, though not solely due to her distinctive appearance. My habit of analyzing every individual who entered this hall had etched her features into my memory. Name- Sia Celeste Age- 19 Race- Half Human Half Celestial

The odd blue eyed girl, Kaleshia, smiles when she sees Zay. "But who is she?" Zay looks to me and gives me an apologetic smile. "This is Celeste, our new Luna." Kaleshia's eyes widened. "And Celeste, this is Kaleshia. My mate." Now it was my turn for my eyes to widen. "I'm so sorry," Kaleshia says quickly. "When I saw you in here I automatically assumed the worse. My species is a bit more. . . Possessive than others."

Dean seriously said, "Celeste will still be fine and we also still have time to be together for a lifetime. At least, even when Celeste is 50 years old, I can also still serve you once a day." Celeste suddenly began to feel the dark path that lay ahead. Could Celeste regret her marriage now or run away from this house? Otherwise, even she would not be able to live peacefully after she turned 50. Every day, she would be pressed into bed by this person. Thinking of this image, Celeste now had the urge to cry so hard that she wanted to choke. 'This is the end of my life!' Celeste thought. * In contrast to the one in the corner of a cafe, Helena and Scarlett had just met, "Miss Blue, you are the

But the city seemed to shift slightly around her. And that was enough to keep her in his mind. ** Celeste was beautiful in the way legends are—softly, tragically, and impossible to forget. She didn’t draw attention because she tried. In fact, she tried harder than anyone not to. But something about her slipped past the eye, past logic, and into the soul like a whisper of something ancient. A girl with silver-threaded hair, pale as snowfall. Eyes the color of melted ice, so light they looked nearly translucent in the right light. Pale skin that glowed in moonlight—and bore the hidden testimony of battle.

Celeste looked at me. “I wonder what's inside this,” she said. She peeled the wrapper off slowly. Reverently. Like she was opening a love letter. Inside: a black box. Pitch black. The kind of black that made your wallet flinch. She lifted the lid. Nestled in black silk was a bloody red bottom—delicate, feminine, daring. The kind you didn’t wear. You weaponized it. Beside it: a folded card. She opened it and read aloud: “You’re called Celeste because you’re a celestial being… and I pray to remind you that every single day.

It wasn’t like this before, and I wondered if we got the chance to get the life back we left. “Chester. Two miles away,” Lois read. “That’s where we’re heading,” I replied. “Been there before?” Iris asked. “Nope. Just in case we got into trouble. Don’t fight, unless I say blue.” Okay, that’s not exactly what I have in mind. “Why blue?” I liked how curious she was over everything. She reminded me of Colton when we were just kids. “Just came out.” Perhaps, I thought of a certain blue-eyed every night? I shook the thought out of my head and focused back on the road.