Celeste O'connor Parents Novels & Stories

She slammed the door behind her, changed her last name legally, cut off all phone numbers, and vanished into thin air. 'And you didn't try to find her?' I asked, my voice carrying a sharp edge of lingering resentment. 'I searched every single day,' Uncle Daniel interjected softly, stepping forward from the bookshelf. 'Father poured millions into private investigators, tracking every lead across North America. But Celeste was just as stubborn as he was. She went completely off the grid. By the time we finally discovered a faint trace of her whereabouts years later, she had already married a man named Arthur, settled in a quiet neighborhood, and given birth to you. She had built a peaceful lif

“Sometimes I wonder if they even know what they want anymore.” I paused and looked at him. “By the way, how are Mom and Dad? It’s been a while since I heard from them. And… Celeste? Mom said she couldn't make it to my wedding due to work or something.” His expression softened. “Mom and Dad are fine. As for Celeste… she’s not in New York anymore.” I blinked in surprise. “What? Why? What happened?”

The revelation struck Celeste harder than anything else. Her mother was a Justin. Her grandfather was Elias Justin. But somewhere in her bloodline was a Blackwood. And the system had just confirmed that her DNA was connected to the Blackwood side of Eve. She looked at Lucien. “Are we related?” His expression tightened. “I don't know.” Her father shook his head. “Not the way you're thinking.” “Then explain it.” “Your grandmother wasn't related to Lucien by blood.” Celeste frowned. “Then why did you call her Blackwood?”

"I told you to stay away." "And I told you I don't take orders." I stepped into the loading bay, my flashlight beam sweeping across the space. No sign of Gregory. No sign of his mother. Just Jace, his sister, and the humming pressure of whatever was about to happen. "Where are they? Your parents?" "Not here yet." Celeste's voice was light, but her eyes were sharp. "They wanted Jace to stew for a while. Let the anger build. Makes the power easier to control."

Celeste asked, memories of being strapped down and zapped in that damn lab flooding back, causing her face to drain of color. She had barely been tossed into this joint before enduring such sadistic treatment. And her parents? They had been snatched by the hunters days ago, leaving her in the dark about the kind of torment they might be facing within these walls. Celeste's eyes darted to the silver handcuffs imprisoning Jeff and Nora. The cuffs had left angry red marks, the skin around them swollen and even slightly torn–clear signs of their parents' desperate struggle. But despite it all, those hunters had managed to keep them securely fastened to the wall, an escape from their clutches not

"I think you're forgetting who you're talking to." "I'm talking to a student who has violated school policy and is now refusing to follow administrative instructions." "You're talking to Celeste Hartwell." Her voice drops to a whisper that somehow carries more threat than shouting. "Daughter of Beta Thomas Hartwell. Granddaughter of Alpha Marcus Hartwell. Future mate to the next Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack." Each title lands like a small bomb. Reminders of exactly how much power this girl's family wields. "My father sits on the school board," she continues. "My grandfather founded this academy. My family's donations keep this place running."

They should never have allowed their father to send her away. It seemed like Sebastian’s patience had finally paid off. "Tell me." He said and leaned against the walls of the hallway. “Celeste moved to Weston after leaving Belport. She dropped her name and lived on a low-key. That’s why we haven’t been able to find her since. One of my sources managed to find a photograph of her with a small group of women. It seems she got married to someone called Henry Hayes. My people are currently looking into him and trying to track the women in the picture."

Mom said, her face shows so much adoration towards the child. “What’s her name?” I asked, as I look at the child, I was mesmerized, there is something to the child’s eyes that makes me want to hug her, “She’s lovely,” “Her name is Celeste, indeed, she is lovely, like her parents,” Dad said. “But where are her parents? Why did they leave her here alone? I mean, she looks like a new born baby, they could have at least wait before she can fully comprehend,” Dad looked at me, “We owe them our lives, Fatima, we weren’t be alive today if weren’t for them, they are in great danger, and the couple wanted to make sure that she will be safe,”

If she sought a benefactor, Oliver could certainly provide that for her. If it were just that, Zoey wouldn't be overly concerned. However, Celeste was a concubine's daughter from Eleanor's household. The Supreme Court was aware of this, as was Carissa. If Oliver got involved with her, it could lead to complications that would be difficult to explain. This could implicate the Earl of Silverstone's family and affect Zoey's children, and that was what truly worried her. "Your Grace, if Celeste truly has an affair with my husband, what will the Supreme Court think...?"

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.