Celeste Ng Books Novels & Stories

and to my only daughter, Celeste Isabella Moretti, age three at the time of this writing, I leave the entirety of my estate in trust until she reaches the age of twenty-five. I stop reading, and look up at Vincent. "So?" I say, but my voice sounds weak. "What is this supposed to mean? Some random will with a girl named Celeste? This has nothing to do with me." I stand up, the paper crumpling in my hand. "Don't waste my time—" Vincent's hand shoots out, catching my wrist, and to my shock, the touch is electric. His fingers are warm, strong, and the way he's looking at me, intense, burning, makes my breath catch in my throat.

I push past both of them and enter the library. I look around the library and find Celeste. She's curled up on the couch next to Lycer, reading a book. I look at the book cover and see the title "Pride and Prejudice." She is too close to him but I smile anyways as I noticed something else. Celeste's hair was short. Really short.

“We found this because of her brave and clever instructions—and for that, she has the king’s favor!” Callix wore a small smile, but Celeste stiffened. The outline of that small notebook—it was her book. The one where she’d deciphered the coordinates. The one that had been stolen. “Wait… that’s mine,” she whispered. “Celeste, isn’t that the book you were looking for?” Anora hissed. Celeste couldn’t believe it. Cheers for Nyssa rose as Cassian lifted her onto his shoulders. “All hail Lady Nyssa!” The cheers rang louder while Celeste watched her take credit for what she herself had deciphered.

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

(Sebastian POV) After watching the wounds heal up on her back and she was finally asleep. That's when I decide to go to the packs library with Seth. We needed to go through all the supernatural books that my family was able to collect through their lives. I need to know more to find out about my beautiful mate. As I was going through all the books that I didn't realize that five hours have gone by in a blink of an eye. We went through most of all the books not finding anything that will tell me about my baby girl. I then thought about the book of the gods and goddess, but as I look through the other books, but I didn't see that book.

Most of them had pictures of crystal balls or star charts on the covers. “Stay here,” Celeste said. Her voice was flat and mysterious. “I have to prepare the room.” She didn't wait for an answer. She turned and vanished through a heavy curtain on the far side of the room. I stared at the spot where she had been. I didn't like the idea of her "preparing" things. What did that even mean? Was she lighting candles, or was she calling someone? We all sat down. Tabitha opened her mouth to say something, but I held up a hand to stop her. I reached into my purse and pulled out a small notebook and a pen. I flipped to a fresh page and started writing.

CELESTE ‎ ‎The green light on the console blinked steady and calm. ON AIR. ‎ ‎My heart was beating so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. I was sitting in the lion’s den, holding the microphone that would end my life as I knew it. ‎ ‎There was no going back. ‎ ‎"This is Celeste Black," I repeated, my voice echoing slightly in the silent office. "I am speaking to the Bloodmoon Pack. To the Iron-Claw Pack. And to the Free Wolves of the Bone Yard."

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

“Then you didn’t stop. You found Blackfang—got yourself into his bed—took him as well. Then when the other woman—his wife—stood between you and the power you craved, you removed her too. Poof. Gone. Two women dead. Both best friends. Both replaced by you.” My words are careful and plain. I keep them simple because I want her to feel them like blunt instruments. I don’t want her lost in nuance. I want her exposed. Celeste goes rigid, then lashes out a hand like she might strike. She doesn’t. She’s learned not to get her hands dirty with the stories; she hires other people for that. “That's not true,” she snaps.

"Not immediately. But with everything going on in Vespas and Country L, it's only a matter of time." She nodded. "Then we prepare. Quietly. While building a life worth fighting for." That night, in the west wing nursery, Cedric tucked Celeste into bed while Cassian insisted on finishing a chapter of a book Master Ye had sent them from Country N. "You always keep your promises, Daddy," Celeste mumbled sleepily, hugging her fox plush. "Right?" Cedric kissed her forehead. "Always, darling. Always."