Blue Heart Celeste Novels & Stories

But stood silently with a forced smile as she ought to. Tearing her eyes from the stranger that seemed to serve no purpose other than to remind her of all she couldn’t have, she extended a hand to the next approaching suitor. “This is my daughter, Blue.” She needn’t the abrasion of her mother’s harsh American accent to stiffen her posture. As the sequins of her amber camisole gouged at the inside of her elbow and the taut waistband of her jeans forced her to suck in her stomach, Blue could imagine she looked like as much of a plastic doll as she felt.

He used to give her the same one in their dreams before kissing her. "The past month, I've been looking everywhere for the right ring, but none of them fit. They weren't you. This?" He held up Celeste's gift between his thumb and forefinger. "This is perfect. It's a piece of your heritage and has a symbol of your craft. You have the same flecks of blue in your eyes as the sapphire."

​"You called me Subject 0. But my name is Celeste." ​One of the pods at the very end of the row—one that had been dark and silent—hissed open. A small girl, no older than Mia, stepped out into the freezing air of the hub. She was dressed in a simple white gown, her dark hair reaching her waist. But it was her eyes that stopped my heart. ​They weren't grey. They were a brilliant, piercing violet. ​"Celeste?" Eleanor whispered, her face turning a shade of grey I’d never seen. "You... you should be in stasis. The sedation levels were—"

I climbed into the backseat, my heart pounded in my chest. “Guys wait for me.” A sharp feminine voice echoed. Celeste’s heels clicked against the floor as she hurried over to the SUV. She wore a mini skirt that barely covered her thighs and a very tight red crop top that hugged her like a second skin and showed a lot of cleavage. Her hair was curled to perfection and the scent of expensive perfume followed her like a trail of smoke. “Seriously?” Thorne scoffed.

Blown away by the beautiful arrangement of dresses. As they walked in, her eyes settled on a dress, and for a full minute, she didn’t look away. “That’s the seventh edition of the Astra Veil from the House of CẾLESTE NOIR.” The brunette stepped in front of her, running her fingers through the sleek dress that caught the light with a soft opalescent shimmer. “We have seven of these in the world. This is the only one in Morvane. Do you want to take it?”

The morning classes went quickly, and as Sapphira and El headed out onto the Common for lunch, the twins, Cressa and Lucas, caught up with them. The twins stood out in the south, with their bright blonde hair, pale gold skin and deep green eyes. They were built for the runway, Cressa exuding quiet elegance while Lucas was straight out of an underwear advert. Both of them were extremely tall. The twins wished her a happy birthday and handed over a small gift. It was a beautiful moleskin diary with an engraved fountain pen, perfect for practising her writing in. El had given her a golden bangle encrusted with tiny gems, a traditional item of jewellery worn by women in the south. She put it on,

“Please, ladies, take a seat. Champagne?” “Definitely,” Julian says with a pleased smile. Celeste claps elegantly, and two assistants appear carrying silver trays of champagne flutes and a rolling rack already loaded with gorgeous dresses. I take a sip of champagne and try not to gawk as Celeste starts pulling pieces. “This one,” she says, holding up a stunning light blue dress, “is from the new couture line. Only four made in the world.” Sydney gasps. “Heaven, that’s totally your color.”

Chapter 54: The Storm Queen Arrives The rented black SUV pulled up to the guest suite entrance just after 10 p.m.—low-profile, tinted windows, no academy markings. Celeste Valentina Morau stepped out first, platinum blonde hair catching the crimson sconce light like spun moonlight. She wore black tactical leggings, a fitted long-sleeve black top, and a lightweight leather jacket—practical, unassuming, but every line of her body radiated quiet, lethal power.

Hakeem says as he waves them into the room. In step two witches, the reek of incense permeating the air around them and I have to try hard not to wrinkle my nose. I can tell immediately who Citra’s sister is and she did describe her well. Celeste is wearing a soft pink dress and blazer combo with white heels and a matching pearl, earring, necklace set. Her honey blonde hair is pulled back into a chignon at the nape of her neck and her make-up is expertly applied, though slathered on her face. It hides her naturally sun kissed complexion under a spackle of paler foundation. Her wider nose and almond shaped, pale blue eyes should give her a welcoming expression, but her full lips are turn

“Perfect timing.” Adrian turned, smiling easily. “Hey. What’s going on?” Celeste looked flawless. Cream silk blouse. Soft waves framing her face. Effortless in the way only someone who worked very hard at it could be. “I wanted to run something by you,” Celeste continued. “A branding opportunity. Minimal commitment. Big visibility.” “Send it over,” Adrian said without hesitation. “I’ll take a look.” Celeste’s eyes lit up. “You’re the best.”