Celeste O'connor Parents Novels & Stories

Fellycia. "Mom." Alesha, who heard Felly's words, became moved; she hugged Fellycia while shedding tears of emotion. Alesha never thought that her parents would be present at her wedding, even though Alesha had given up and didn't have much hope because she knew her mistakes in the past would be difficult to forgive. But isn't God Almighty? The proof is that what Alesha thought was impossible has actually happened. "Don't cry too much; you will be a bride tomorrow; you should sleep now; you need to rest a lot," said Fellycia.

She kept me grounded lately. “Well I’ll be having a meeting with my attorney to draft a parental agreement for Celeste but I’m available if you need anything.” He shares a small smile with me. I knew he wasn’t ready to share everything among us and I was okay with just knowing he wasn’t ready happy with his decision.

Her voice was flat and monotone, as if she was discussing the weather rather than the health of our children. Before I could ask what she meant by that, Principal Morrison appeared in the doorway of his office. He was a tall, distinguished man in his sixties with silver hair and the kind of aura that showed that he was used to dealing with wealthy, demanding parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Kingston, thank you both for coming so quickly. Please, come in." We followed him into his office, and I noticed that Celeste chose the chair farthest from mine rather than sitting beside me as she usually would. Something was definitely wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on what.

For the first time I was having a meal without heating whispers about me from across the table. As I dug into my meal, the door to the hall swung open as when I looked up, I saw Celeste. I smiled at her, but that smile quickly died when I saw the serious look that was etched on her face. Celeste walked over to me, a grim look on her face. “I have a message from you parents.” Those words drew my attention immediately. “What did they say?” I asked eagerly. “They want you to kill Killian when you have the chance.”

“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?”

And at the center of it all— Dr. Celeste Justin. Standing alone on the stage, Celeste adjusted the sleeve of her tailored ivory blazer before looking out across the empty hall. The silence was strangely comforting. Three years ago, she had stood in ballrooms like this beside Adrian Blackwood, smiling politely while cameras praised him as one of the city's brightest young executives. She had attended hundreds of events. Not one had ever been about her. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow, no one would remember the abandoned wife of the Blackwood family.

"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."

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.