Cecilia Tbate Novels & Stories

He asked Cecilia after she got the prescriptions and guided the doctor out of the room. Lilith’s assistant defeatedly exhaled, “Miss Lilith’s been receiving some backlash ever since the charity banquet,” taking Sebastian aback. Why would she get hate for setting up a philanthropic event? “What do you mean?” He asked. Cecilia proceeded to rustle in between her things, taking out her multiple smart devices. She opened them one by one, Sebastian intently watching behind her. “When it came out that she was your date for the night instead of your wife, we began to get all these messages.”

“If I hadn’t done this, would you have ever agreed to search for the codex? If your mother were strong enough, I would have gone to her instead. But she wasn’t. So I came to you.” “I see now,” Caitlin said quietly. It made sense. Kelly’s health had always been fragile. She wouldn’t have survived the stress of such a dangerous mission. So Cecilia had chosen Caitlin instead. Caitlin’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. Then answer me this—Scentbane was your creation. That means you know how to cure it. When will you cure my brother?” “At least tell me that,” she demanded. “If I cure him, what reason would you have to find Atlantis?” Cecilia replied calmly.

She had never seen the woman in front of her before. “Do I know you?” The woman stretched her hand toward her and said, "I'm Cecilia Taylor, His Highness' assistant. My grandfather is an Earl, and my father is a minister in the cabinet.” Just when Daisie wanted to hold her hand, Cecilia retracted her hand and smiled. “I'm sorry for telling you so much. But His Highness is still in a meeting. He's very busy, so I'm afraid he won't have time to entertain you.”

Cecilia excitedly spoke on the phone with Cynthia to express her joy and thrill. Unbeknownst to her, Lucius had already made a call that prompted Franco, the manager of the training camp, to rush over and investigate the situation. Coincidentally, he overheard Cecilia on the phone. Without hesitation, he pressed the recording button and forwarded everything she said to the higher-ups. As a result, on the same day that Cecilia celebrated securing first place, she was directly expelled from Knight Entertainment.

"Scarlett." ******

"Goerge said I should give you my details, so you can set an appointment with me when he is ready, so he won't forget" Cecilia said and the secretary smiled. "You know I am really important to your boss, so don't let him forget our set date" she added and the secretary smiled again. Cecilia called out her digits and the secretary wrote it down. "What's the name, ma'am?" She said and Cecilia proudly responsed. "Cecilia Martins" she said and the secretary looked up immediately like she was bewitched. "You mean Cecilia Martins, the renowned ex wife of the CEO. The woman who left her daughter when she was just three month."

“Celine…” Penelope sobbed, angry and sad, she got into her carriage–and cried all the way home. *** “You made a good decision, Celie. You'd better not hang out with such a lowly woman. A woman who likes to gossip seems too unsightly,” said Ethan coldly. Cecilia smiled gently. "Brother is right. I'm not happy with the way she lives in the capital now. She really is shameless.” Smiling inwardly, Cecilia felt so satisfied. That rotten woman often humiliated her when she was still Cecilia. Not only that, she even spread the word that she was a Sorcerer faster than the newspapers!

She is not a star, she’s a butterfly. “CeceStar..” she says giving him her hand to shake. “Vaughn Walker.” I slap her hand away before their hands could touch in a handshake. “Professor, Vaughn Walker.” I tell her as I plop down on the only seat opposite him. “She is the one I told you about. The internet star. Her name is Cecilia.” She swats my shoulder. “CeceStar. And has anyone ever told you, you look like you belong in my galaxy.”

CHAPTER THREE RACHEL’S POV “What, Rachel? Are you serious?” Cecilia asked for the 100th time. Cecilia, my best friend, had grown up with me. A striking model and influential social media figure, She was also the ambassador for my jewelry line. With her long, flowing ebony hair, piercing blue eyes, and model-like figure, she had seen the news and rushed over to my house to confirm if it was just a rumor or fake. I assured her I was aware and fully supportive of it.

I asked. "Everything. Cecilia is a professional model, Caucasian, five nine, with a soft, luminous complexion that photographs exceptionally well. She’s twenty-four, currently Miss Atlantic Elegance, and has picked up two international runway awards in the past three years.” We look each other in the eye and she doesn't waver. Her cheeks were tight, just enough to tell me she wasn’t thrilled about being put through this little exercise. “Her father is a retired diplomat, her mom runs a private art foundation. She’s well educated, well mannered and notably no history of public or private relationships.” she added, raising a foot to take off the shoe, but changed her mind.