Celeste O'connor Parents Mga Nobela at Kwento

Celeste’s POV “Celeste, are you sure you want to sign away your parental rights?” Grace asked as soon as I cut the call with my lawyer. “Isn’t that a bit too drastic? She’s your daughter, after all.” I could see Bonnie prancing to the checkout counter, Damien pulling out his wallet. Vanessa was her mother and Damien her father. She made her choice. Now I’ve made mine. “That’s the thing, Grace.” I said, wrenching my gaze from Bonnie. “From today, she’s just Damien’s daughter and Vanessa’s stepdaughter. I have nothing to do with her.”

@The Dragon of the Nation was Orion, Celeste's father. The video he uploaded showed Atlas and Sirius in meditative states. It also included the sparring match between Celeste and Sirius that followed. In all the excitement, Celeste had forgotten to stop the recording on her phone, and her father captured everything. He was on his way back to the house now. He was a grandmaster himself, though the martial path had never been his true calling. He trained because the family required it, not because he wanted to.

I murmured, a small smile finally breaking through my brooding exterior. ​"Go easy on Mum and Dad," Celeste nudged my shoulder gently. "They're just happy we're all here. Especially after... everything." ​"I know," I said softly, glancing over to where our parents were laughing with a group of investors, occasionally looking over at us with eyes full of quiet, emotional relief. "I'm glad you're here, Celeste." ​"Me too," she whispered, her eyes shining with a quiet strength. "Now, go check your phone. You've been staring at it like it holds the secrets to the universe for the last hour."

Celeste hurriedly ran back to the bench where her nannies were sitting to fetch her small bag. "Nana, my bag, please! Thank you!" She said before hurrying back to Eon. "Kate, that man seems to be Miss Celeste's dad," said Jane, one of Celeste's nannies, to her partner, Kate. "I think so, too, Jane. They look so alike! Maybe he and Miss Cecilia are still fighting; that's why they're not meeting as often. But he's so handsome!" "Yeah! He's worthy of our Miss Cecilia!"

He looks restless and somehow I am worried for him. "How sure you are that she is the woman that you guys are finding?" I query, masking the nervousness of my voice. "It is a credible source, Little. Cassinno just hope that Costello didn't do anything to her" I fisted my hand. They didn't know anything to Celeste. How did I know? Because I am Celeste , the woman they have been finding for fifteen years. I was Celeste Astraea Cortezi the only child of Carter and Savannah Cortezi. That is why there is no way that Zacharias is my father's son because I do not have a brother. And one more thing, my father is not Cesar's friend. He is my father's murderer, not a friend.

Blackstone paternity confirmation: positive. Subject: Celeste wren. Biological father: Lawrence Blackstone. Maternal line: deceased at childbirth. The words were clinical. Cold. But the truth they carried was not. I passed the paper to Damian. He read it slowly, his face unreadable, his breath steady but shallow. Celeste wasn’t just family in the way the Blackstones sometimes used the word—stretching it to fit alliances or obligations. She was Lawrence’s daughter. His niece. A true Blackstone.

At such a young age, she could have tea with Megan's mother and talk about religions. "Celeste is a sleeping giant. She's destined to reach greater heights." After their high school exam, Celeste was the top scorer in Taverdale. Megan's father made this remark as they watched Celeste get interviewed on the TV. Although they didn't know why Celeste had married into the Bishop family, Megan's parents weren't surprised at all. Celeste had always been the outstanding kid in the eyes of Megan's parents. They wouldn't be shocked even if she became the president of Mapolia.

"Connor's family was—" "Murdered by hunters when I was ten. Connor survived because he was staying with friends that night. I survived because I hid in a closet and watched while our parents were slaughtered." Celeste's voice is eerily calm. "We were separated after that. Different foster homes. I ended up with a pack in Oregon. Connor came here." "Why didn't he tell anyone?" Sera asks. "Because I asked him not to. I changed my name, my whole identity. I wanted to disappear." Celeste's eyes glitter. "But I never stopped watching over him. And when he joined this pack, when he started investigating council corruption, I joined too. To protect him."

Celeste was overjoyed and called out, “Mr. Yarde!” She had a favorable impression of her savior. “You may address me as Kayson.” Celeste smiled sweetly. “Then you may call me by my name too.” Afterward, she introduced Kayson to her parents. Kayson believed that her parents were business people, but it was possible that their business was not that huge. They were rather gentle-mannered and polite. Celeste’s father was Jamie Peach, and her mother’s name was Cersei Peach. Their family operated a small factory.