Novel & Cerita Celestial Vivi

"What does this mean?" Vincent picks up the paper, his eyes never leaving mine. "It means exactly what you think it means, Celeste." "Stop calling me that!" "That's your name." His voice is firm. "Celeste Isabella Moretti. Daughter of Marcus and Isabella Moretti. Heiress to the Moretti fortune." I shake my head, backing away from him. "No. No, that's not possible. I'm Anastasia Ashford. I've always been Anastasia Ashford."

Then a figure emerged, one step after another. The room collectively gasped. There he stood, Alpha Oliver in the flesh, alive and healthy. Not a trace of weakness, or anything close to death. For several heartbeats... Nobody moved or spoke. The entire hall looked as though time itself had frozen. "My Alpha." An elderly maid whispered before bursting into tears. "He... "He's alive..." Another servant fell to his knees. "The Moon Goddess has answered our prayers." One after another, murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire.

the historian finally confessed. "He is an exiled elemental master, and he is the only person alive who can teach you how to survive this awakening." "Give me his name and his exact location, and I will send an armed escort to bring him here tonight," I ordered, feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite in my chest. "You cannot just summon him here with your soldiers, Kurt, because he is hiding in the deepest shadows of Obsidian Peak," she revealed. The name of the massive, neutral supernatural city made my stomach drop with pure dread.

Some depict landscapes of nature and lit up cities through pointillism with tiny dots and strokes resembling people while others are made up of abstract shapes and colorways, allowing your eyes to flow in hypnotic directions. We reach the end of the hallway and move away from carpet lining and dim lights and into an atrium-like opening, where the ceiling is made with traditional mosaic glass, the sun causing each color to create prisms on the walls. Although still curious where we are, I'm full of gratitude as Nancy allows me to take in everything on my own and with silence. I break the stillness by finally asking her about the place. "Mind telling me why we're here?" Similar to Alex's manne

Will Celeste's magic become stronger due to this surprise or die out? Thanks!

I'm happy for you ma" The nurse run some checks on her,she was on it when Celine entered She rushed and hugged Isabella on the bed,she's laying.immediately the nurse sighted her She's thrilled and scared,she was painting and couldn't focus on what she's doing. To be continued Pls comment and like Thanks

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

Separate the main leads. 2. Give the supporting actor a good ending. 3. Accumulate hundred percent favorability points from either of the main leads. Unlock and fulfill secret mission to gain points which will help you when you retire or resign. Higher the points, bigger the privilege given. All the host are given a system. The name of your system is Venus. She will accompany and assist you through all your journey in different worlds. You can spent a lifetime in all the world you enter or immediately move to another after you have accomplished your mission.

Illuminated by the rays, the ghost orchid floated there, white and quivering, where it had been waiting all along. I see a girl. She is lying beneath a field of stars. She is wishing, wishing she were high above the earth, an explosion from a millennium ago, that she were as white and untouchable as that. A young man lies beside her. He is pure beauty, his features finely wrought, his body sculpted from marble. His eyes are supernovas; nothing escapes them. They are lovers, yes. She loves him. But in a truer sense, she is his prisoner. The thing that binds her is this terrible void she has inside, a sick fear that he is the only home she will ever know. And this is enough.

"Scarlett." ******