Novel & Cerita Celeste And Dominic

Jeneva tried to look normal but she starts trembling that made Finesia confused. "Who?" she asked. "The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus."

My eyes were open again, but I could feel them drooping. “Stay with me, Matt. Celeste is coming.” True to his world, her face swam into view moments later. “What happened?” I slurred. God, I couldn’t even talk. I could barely think. She ran her fingers through my hair, and tears dripped off the end of her chin. “The brothers are dead,” she said. “We won.” “It’s over?” She shook her head. “They’re still fighting. I have to put an end to it.”

With every stolen glance and tender touch, they discovered new layers of one another, forging an unbreakable bond that defied the boundaries of their existence. However, in the depths of their stolen moments, Damien, Celeste's ever-watchful twin brother, began to sense a change within her. His vampire senses heightened, his instincts honed to detect even the subtlest shifts in energy. The once vibrant sparkle in Celeste's eyes seemed clouded, replaced by a distant longing that piqued his suspicions.

Although he didn’t want to, he had no choice when there were three females around him, who kept celebrating every year that was given to him. Glenn had confirmed that he no longer had acresia a long time ago, but Celeste, Katarina, and I — we will never forget the ordeal of nearly losing him. So we celebrate year after year, thanking the Goddess for the extended lives she gave Darvin and Celeste. Strong arms wrapped around my waist before my body was pulled back onto a strong torso. Dominic’s scent enveloped me all at once as sparks traveled all over my body. Dominic, even at 37, could still make my knees weak with just one touch, just as he could at 23.

I didn’t choose him, the moon goddesses brought us together and ill be damned if I let you ruin our relationship. I’ve known king Dominic for more than six years now and if you must know, you are the first woman he has brought up here. You are still alive, not because you are his mate, No. The truth is, he would never have hurt you even if you were just another girl on the street. He is not a maniac, he doesn’t go about shooting people like you. So before you judge him, why not sit back and ask yourself who among you two is acting like a freaking lunatic.

Even the shapes and positions of the windows are almost identical. “You will know Nemini and Celeste as the fates. They lived the rest of their mortal lives in solitude, with only one another for company. What happened this day marked them for life and their faith in humanity was all but gone. They became powerful magic weavers and sent their energy into the world much as I had. They maintained the balance of nature in my absence, and when they returned to the heavens, the Moon Goddess and Blessed Mother, charged them with maintaining the balance of life on earth.” My mouth falls open and I feel my chin almost hit my chest. The fates are actual beings. I always thought of them as some unseen

But as Celeste’s eyes locked onto mine, I realized there was no turning back. Whatever lay ahead, it would change everything. I took a hesitant step toward Celeste, the chill of the night air creeping through my clothes. Dominic moved slightly closer, his protective stance never wavering, but there was something in his eyes—an unspoken question, a deep concern. I knew he wanted to be sure I was safe, but the pull toward Celeste was undeniable, like an invisible thread drawing me in. "Do you trust her?" Dominic asked, his voice low but urgent.

"Let's go. We need to find a place to stay. According to the plan, they'll come after us eventually, but not now." Gabriela and I began walking toward the city. From that moment on, Arcanis had a new, sizable fabric shop, run by two mysterious women. As for the Celestial Realm, Gabriela and I no longer had any need to concern ourselves with it.

one of them introduced himself, wearing a sharp white suit. "I'm Lucas Del Ville, nice to meet you," another, with long hair, said. "Damiano Cojuangco, Miss Celeste," the largest-built among them introduced himself, looking like he belonged in the military. "I heard you are Semion's closest friends; I'm glad to meet you tonight," Celeste replied with a formal smile. "Welp, we didn’t have the chance to meet properly beforehand since this lunatic--fiance of yours is very secretive and just plainly an asshole—I mean, you know," Damiano scratched his head, unable to contain his mouth.

“Are you giving up already?” I stared at the scratched metal table between us. “You think there’s anything left to fight for?” I muttered. “Celeste got her victory lap. Damien’s probably dancing with her in celebration. And the world already made up its mind. I’m the villain. The crazy, jealous freak.” “You are,” he said, and I finally looked up, stung. But he was smiling. “But that doesn’t mean it’s over.” I narrowed my eyes on him. He folded his hands, speaking in a calm voice. “Celeste and Damien… they’re not done with you. Especially Damien. He’s digging into everything. And guess what? He still doesn’t know what really happened to her in that hospital.”