Celeste Dubois Novels & Stories

Celeste has always known how to behave. Speak when needed. She fit perfectly into a life that was carefully built around her. And, it should have been enough, but something has always felt off. Then the nights start changing. Sleep turns restless. Whispers follow her into silence. And the mark on her wrist that was once easy to ignore begins to burn like it’s trying to be seen...or trying to warn her. When a series of brutal murders begins in her city, everything begins to unravel. She starts seeing things that aren’t there. Hearing things she can’t explain. Feeling drawn to a place she knows she should avoid. And then there’s him...the man with black eyes. He appears where he shouldn't. Moves like he’s not bound by the same rules as everyone else, and looks at her like he knows something he shouldn't. He warns her to stay away, from the forest, from the truth and from him. But she couldn't, because something is calling her back, and the closer she gets, the more she begins to understand the murders shaking her town were never random. They were never mistakes. They were always leading someone to..her. And whatever is waiting in the dark…isn’t just hunting her. It’s been waiting for her.

My father came from Italy to watch my first wedding. He watched Luca Romano let go of my hand ten minutes before the vows, because Celeste called and said she could not breathe. That day, Don Moretti did not scream. “Take the time you need. But when you finally understand he will not choose you at the altar, come home.” I thought he did not understand love. So I stayed in New York. I gave Luca seven weddings. Every time, he came back with flowers, apologies, and a new wedding date. “Elena,” he always said, “this is the last time.” Even his friends had stopped pretending not to laugh. “She won’t leave,” one of them said. “She just wants him to apologize harder.” I would have stayed for real love. I would not stay for a man who only remembered me after choosing someone else. That was when I finally understood. He had mistaken my love for a place he could always return to. On the morning of our eighth wedding, I put my engagement ring into a white velvet box. Just then, my father called. “The helicopter is ready,” he said. At the altar, Luca waited for me with the wedding ring in his hand. This time, I let him wait.

Morrigan Ryker's life has never been peaceful or quiet but she has always had her freedom. As a rogue werewolf she ran through forests and valleys freely, never staying in one place for too long. That is until one day she falls into a trap laid for rogue wolves by the Veil Fang pack. Zephyr Dusk is the Alpha of the Veil Fang pack, a cold-hearted and ruthless man. Everything Morrigan had tried so hard to avoid was all dumped on her,like a bucket of ice cold water,the moment Zephyr Dusk touched her. There was also Celeste Everleigh, Zephyr's ex-girlfriend and wannabe Luna. Who would do anything to make Zephyr hers again and become the Luna of Veil Fang pack. She was a rogue wolf who just wanted to spend her days running free and wild, without responsibilities or obligations. As the secrets behind her extraordinary abilities are unveiled she's faced with many questions about her parents’ identities. With her freedom at stake and a curse hanging over her head could she trust and accept the bond? If she kept running would she stay safe? And with another cunning woman in Zephyr's life is she willing to risk her peace and sanity just to be with him?

My name is Simone Fitzgibbon, a 5-foot 5 woman, with auburn hair and deep hazel eyes. I am also well-known super model Leona Simmons. How is this possible? My father works in prosthetics. He designed a special bodysuit from my waist to my heels. Once I step into it; I have a flawless figure, making me stand at 5-foot 12. It’s also easy to hide my identity once I take it off. Growing up; I attended an elite high school where there were rich, privileged wankers all over the place. Even though I wasn’t rich nor privileged. The biggest wanker of them all was Richard Peterson. He made my life a living hell with his privileged attitude. I was on the receiving end of a lot of his taunts for the last two years of high school. My only problem now; I am to marry his older half-brother Emmett in two days. Our union was sealed when I was 5 by my mother Celeste and his mother Victoria. They were best friends and fellow journalists. That’s before Mum and her died in a car accident when Emmett was 12 and I was 9. Since then, Emmett and Richard’s father Paul; sent Emmett overseas. We haven’t seen each other since.

Genre: Werewolf Romance Reverse Harem Aria Winters has spent her life branded a failure—wolfless, powerless, and despised within the BloodMoon Pack. Orphaned and abused by her calculating stepmother, Morgana, and her cruel stepsister, Celeste, Aria exists as a living reminder of disgrace in a world that values strength above all else. Forbidden even to attend the sacred Bonding Ceremony, she is meant to remain invisible. Instead, destiny shatters expectation. When four legendary Alphas—Kael, Lucien, Rowan, and Asher—are bound to Aria by blazing golden threads meant for another, the packs are thrown into chaos. Declared the prophesied White Wolf, Aria is thrust from obscurity into power, claimed by mates whose bonds awaken both fierce devotion and terrifying desire. Yet the prophecy hides a darker truth: the White Wolf is not salvation, but a curse—one that twists love into obsession and drives bonded mates toward madness and destruction. As Aria’s dormant power awakens, so do deadly secrets. Betrayal festers among the Alphas, ancient records reveal a legacy of insanity and ruin, and Morgana steps from the shadows to claim Aria as her greatest creation—engineered through forbidden bloodlines to become a living weapon. Worst of all, Aria learns that one of her bonds is not only forbidden, but fatal, tied by blood to the curse threatening to consume them all.

On the day of my wedding to Elliot Wendell, a fake heiress committed suicide. In the second year of our marriage, we ended up enemies. He hated me, the true heiress, for returning and causing Celeste Dent’s death. I hated him for loving the woman who had taken my place as an heiress for twenty years. During the ten years of our marriage, we fought each other with vicious words and wished for the other to die. Then, there was an earthquake, and he shielded me beneath him. He protected me with his back. The building collapsed, and he ended up a mangled and bloody corpse. As he lay dying, he whispered into my ear, “If I had known that she would die, I would’ve never taken you home.” “If we ever meet again, it would be better if I were your only family.” In the end, I still died in the secondary quakes. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had gone back in time. It was the day when he brought me to the Dent family to regain my rightful place among them. Elliot suddenly changed his mind and said, “Samantha, I was wrong. You’re not the daughter the Dent family lost twenty years ago.”

Lucien Varelli loved me best when my madness belonged to him. I tracked his convoy routes, checked his burner phones, and almost turned the city upside down whenever he disappeared for more than five minutes. At first, Lucien loved it. He kissed the signet ring on my hand and swore no woman, no family, no power in the city could ever take him from me. Until the night I cut off a call from Celeste Ardian. After that, I was no longer his wife. I was a problem. A scandal. A woman too unstable to stand beside the heir of a ruling house. So Lucien signed the papers and sent me to St. Dymphna House. They called it a private residential clinic. What it really was, was a place where inconvenient women were broken down and rebuilt into something quieter. Five years later, Lucien came to take me home. The director told him I had done beautifully. I no longer screamed. I no longer fought. I knew how to lower my eyes, soften my voice, keep my hands still, and smile like a proper Donna. Lucien thought they had cured me. He was wrong. They had not cured my madness. They had only killed the part of me that once loved him.

On the day of our bonding ceremony, my blood bound, Alaric, took the eternal vows with his true love right before my eyes—his true love, who had only a few years left to live. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “I arranged a wolf attack on Elara so that she couldn't arrive at the ceremony on time, and I’ll take the Eternal Vows with you first.” “By our Clan’s law, since I took the vows with you first, you are my legal wedlock, whereas Elara is just a mistress.” He added. Everyone cheered and blessed them as he pulled her in his arms and kissed her passionately. I witnessed all of this, but I didn't cry or kick up a fuss. I've loved Alaric for decades, but I still couldn’t compare to Celeste, a half-blood vampire, created by my father. If that's the case, I'll let him go. Later, I joined the mortal world far away from our Clan. All that I left behind was a miscarriage report with my baby’s DNA , who couldn’t survive the wolf attack they had planned for me. Alaric had never cared for me, so it's odd that he would lose his mind over the loss of a child I bore for him.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband before all of Olympus. Everyone thought I would choose Apollo Olympion, the radiant heir of the sun god and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he gained Zeus’s favor, sacred estates, and the right to rise above every divine heir. But after our marriage, he gave his sunlight to Celeste, the dying flower nymph my mother had taken in. When Demeter drove her away, Apollo blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He humiliated me, broke me, and finally let my sacred medicine become slow poison. I died carrying his child, on the night the spring inside me withered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I let them have each other. So before Zeus and every god in the Golden Hall, I chose Cassian Hadeion, the last blood of Hades. The cursed underworld prince everyone mocked. Apollo sneered. “Choosing him just to make me jealous?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, Cassian was the only one who avenged me. Then Apollo stepped closer and whispered, “Funny. That wasn’t who you chose last time.”

Adrian Lancaster was born into privilege, loved by all except the one who mattered. From childhood, the heir to a powerful legacy clung to the girl he believed was his future. She was everything his family wanted: wealthy, poised, perfect. But beneath the surface, his heart beat for someone else, a man he'd loved in secret for years. When his domineering grandfather arranges a marriage with a partner daughter Celeste to “save face” and secure their reputation, he’s forced to choose duty over desire. Bound in a loveless marriage, he tries to be the perfect husband, kind, attentive, never letting his new wife see the truth in his eyes. But secrets don’t stay buried forever. When his wife uncovers the devastating truth about his forbidden love, her world shatters. Torn between betrayal and sympathy, she must decide if she’ll stand by him or walk away. As the lies unravel, divorce becomes inevitable, and with it comes the wrath of a powerful family and the shame of societal judgment. Now, caught between expectations and his own identity, he must fight for the man he truly loves while facing the consequences of a life built on silence. Will he finally choose love over legacy, or will his past destroy any chance of happiness? A story of forbidden love, heartache, loyalty, and finding the courage to live your truth, even when the world says you can’t.