Celeste O'connor Parents Novels & Stories

Celeste quickly added, noticing her discomfort. "No no no, it's not that, it's just that my parents are dead, abd Sebastian and I met in the most unethical way ever, but what can I say?, It just happened " she replied, "I see, I'm so sorry about your parents.." Celeste apologized, "It's nothing, " Adia waved her off, she had come to live with that. "I'm sure you've been with Sebastian long enough to know that you look just like Aisling.." she voiced out,

DEL MORINO “We have got news that a man was seen crossing the lake beside RidgeWolf pack.” Finn said to me the next morning after we had prepared Adrian's body for burial. I was supposed to be there but I couldn't bring myself to. “Celeste has no surviving relative.” He continued. “Her mother killed her father when he found her with her love.” I shook my head slowly as I flipped through the pack reports. “I guess it's a family trait.” “I think so.”

Celeste’s daughter. The words kept replaying in my head, looping, echoing, reshaping themselves every time I tried to pin them down. They didn’t make any sense. They weren’t supposed to make sense. I knew my mother. I knew her name. Quinn. Sharp-edged, cold-eyed Quinn who dragged me across states like luggage and never explained why. Quinn who disappeared for years and returned with gifts instead of apologies. Quinn who taught me how to pack light and leave fast, because staying anywhere too long always ended badly. Who the hell is Celeste though? Why is she now affiliated with me?

"What's wrong? You don't look so good." Wynn gripped her glass tightly, took a sip of wine, and said nothing. … Kieran had long known that Celeste was exceptional. But tonight, she had once again shattered his expectations. As he stood listening to her conversation with Tanner, a friend of his suddenly leaned in and whispered, "I looked into her for you. This Ms. Rodriguez isn't a native of Baumond. "Her parents are apparently divorced, and her mother has mental health issues. She moved here with her uncle's family over a decade ago.

He asked. I nodded slowly. “Yes, sir.” “Well, my mate…the luna.” He nodded towards his mate. “She has told me that you are Celeste’s uncle. We will be discussing with you and her parents tomorrow.” I could not help the growled that left my lips. I gulped then spoke. “Sorry, it’s hard to hear that she has parents when my sister and her mate were killed only months ago.”

" Mrs Black said with a chuckle. Celeste smiled at her and before saying a thank you. "So Celeste, what do your family do?" This time it was Mrs Cobblers who asked the question making everyone else also curious. Clarissa frowned at her friend's question while Amy smirked devilishly. Now she wanted to see what Celeste had to say. "My parents used to run a cafe and a gift shop in Elora before they died. Now I have only my grandma as my family and she runs our gift shop in Elora." Celeste said smiling. She didn’t have any trace of shame on her face instead she had a proud look on her face. Clarissa smiled at her while others nodded. Mrs Cobblers let out an 'ohh' sound mockingly but didn’t comm

I couldn’t get that photo out of my head. Based on what I’d researched, Celeste had no real connection to Angel’s Orphanage. Yes, her family was the main sponsor—but she was never involved. It was always her parents who made appearances. And besides, it wasn’t in her nature to be around children. Earlier today, she even had her face completely covered—mask, sunglasses, the works—and she barely touched the kids. That was one of the reasons why I found myself getting more irritated with her.

Because if Celeste was what I suspected, we had a serious problem. That evening, I asked her to meet me privately in my office. She arrived exactly on time, nervous energy radiating from her small frame. Still carried herself like she expected punishment despite months of positive reinforcement. "Am I in trouble?" she asked immediately. "No. I want to talk about your progress. You're exceeding expectations in every area." "Is that bad?" "Not bad. Unusual. Tell me about your family. Your bloodline." Celeste's expression shuttered. "I'm omega. My mother was omega. Father was low rank warrior. Nothing special about my bloodline."

She wore a charcoal suit that probably cost more than Kieran's car, and her eyes swept the room with clinical precision. "Luna Isadora." She inclined her head to my mother. "Thank you for receiving us." "Alpha Celeste." My mother's tone was warm but formal. "Welcome to our home." I went very still. Celeste. Kieran's aunt. The woman who'd helped raise him after his parents died, who'd given him his first position in her pack's business ventures. She had to know what he'd done to me. Had to have heard something. Celeste's eyes found mine, and I saw no warmth there. No sympathy. Just cold assessment.

“Had fun? Get yourself examined by a doctor. I think you are as sterile as your wife now.” If looks could kill Anthony would have died long ago. But this time Tom was careful not to lose his temper. “Do you know who Celeste’s real parents are?” Tom shook his head. “I told you I found her at a fair. The doctor advised me to take my wife out so that she could gradually get over her depression. Celeste came to me asking for her dad and I took her to my home. Few months later, with the love we showered upon her, she forgot her real parents.”