Celeste Ng Books Novels & Stories

“I don’t interrupt. I just watch her, my sister, the queen of Matica, looking so lost in the same room where she has always seemed most certain. She moves toward one of the tall shelves, her fingers brushing lightly over the spines of old books. “Maybe there’s something I’m missing,” she murmurs absently. Her touch stirs a small cloud of dust, and then—suddenly—a heavy book slips free. It lands on the floor with a soft thud. Something smaller falls with it, a leather-bound journal, its spine cracked, its edges worn. Celeste bends down to pick it up, but I’m already moving closer. My heart stutters when I see the mark pressed into its cover.

The villa’s sunroom smelled faintly of old books and fresh citrus. Celeste sat cross-legged on the low couch, a loose linen wrap knotted at her waist, hair pulled back with a clip that kept slipping free. The breeze rustled the sheer curtains behind her as she flipped through the second draft of Still Life.

Back then, Celeste used to handle these kinds of tasks herself. Yet now, she seemed more like a guest, showing less concern for Jordyn than before. Hannah noticed this and, with a resigned nod, went upstairs. "A new book?" Celeste was so engrossed in the book that she didn't realize Trevor was already downstairs. She nodded. Trevor stretched out his hand. "Can I take a look?" Celeste went still for a moment. "Don't you have it?" It was the newest journal in the AI field.

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

Roman I stand on the balcony overlooking the celebration unfolding below. All around me, wolves from my Red Creed Pack and Emily's Snow Creek Pack mingle happily as we bring our families together in preparation for our mating ceremony. It's a joyous occasion, and yet I feel troubled. Worried about my mate who will soon officially become my wife - Emily. There's no doubt in my mind that she is my true mate. Our soul bond snapped into place the moment we met, as powerful and immutable as gravity itself.

Celestine is her best friend and even though she's a bit upset because of all the things that are happening she can't just let everything that Celestine worked hard for vanish in an instant. Vanessa, the head of the agency sighed. She must admit that Saoirse has a point even though she's soon to lose her patience with Celestine. Their agency becomes prominent in the field of modeling because of Celestine's success that it came to the point where most companies seek for their agency to find models to be a brand ambassadors of their company. Despite Celestine's unprofessionalism, their agency still owes her something and they can't just invalidate everything she had done for them.

she cried, her words cut short by a sharp gasp, as though the rogue had tightened its grip on her. “Please—” Her voice faltered, and something in my chest twisted painfully at the sound. I forced my way through them, breaking their formation with sheer aggression, until finally I broke free of the ambush and surged forward again, and when I reached the clearing ahead, my heart clenched at the sight in front of me. Celeste had been thrown to the ground, her body barely steady as she tried to push herself up, her dress torn and dirt-stained, faint streaks of blood marking her skin in places that made something dark and crazy twist inside me.

Old books, yellowed documents that were too damaged to read, random trinkets, even a few teeth and locks of hair from the people she had killed—that part made me wrinkle my nose in disgust. But Celeste had gone through the trunk anyway, too curious to stop looking. She’d read every book, every loose page, every scrap of handwriting she could find. It had taken her the better part of a year to decipher it all, since much of it was written in ancient languages and strange symbols that her mother had made up. Eventually, she had found something.

“Stop shutting me out, Daemon. Stop letting the silence do the talking,” He exhaled. “Pen…” The clicking of heels at the door threw us apart, and just in that moment, the door flung open. Celeste stormed in, not hesitant but watchful. Too late…I was already doing my job as the alpha's assistant, arranging the books until I'd created a tower. Daemon cleared his throat as he grabbed the glass again. “if I wanted people barging into my office, then a door would have been left out in the building plan,”

I’m afraid Liza will catch me. I remember the book my father gave me when I was seven, and it was all about wolves, vampires, witches, and the like. Every time I read it, it seems like that book comforts me. “You are out of focus again, Celeste,” Liza’s stern voice pierced my ears. “I… I’m watching,” I replied. Liza smirked. “Sure, you will,” she said. “Look how Noah kneads and squeezes my boobies. It’s wonderful, right?” she added.