Celine: A Novels & Stories

Reina replied with a frown. "Whatever," Celine replied without a care in the world as she pushed past Reina and walked into the cabin. She looked around the cabin one more time until she was satisfied that no one was outside, then, she went back into the cabin with green eyes.

Celine woke in the past, nine days before her public bonding vow with Rafe. In her first life, everyone envied Celine—the overlooked second daughter who had somehow won the Blackwood pack's Alpha heir. Only after the vow was sealed did she learn the truth: it was no marriage contract, but a permanent license to harvest her wolf soul. From that day on, whenever her sister Cassandra "fell ill," her parents, her brother, and her fiancé could invoke mate rights and drain her wolf soul. Every bout of weakness, every cough, cost Celine part of her life. After each draining, Rafe would hold her, give her a silver chain or a box of paints, and say, "You're the one I love most." For four years, she l

She turned around to know and there she was. Celeste. Elegant. Breathtaking. Every step deliberate taken, graceful. Her fitted cream chiffon blouse tucked into a high-waisted off white-colored pants suit that shimmered faintly with every movement. Her heels made no sound, only presence. Her long dark hair had been pulled into a sleek twist at the back, not a strand out of place and her lips wore the softest pink. And for the first time, Claire truly saw her. The resemblance was there just as Darren had said. The curve of her jaw, the graceful sway of her shoulders, the slight smile she wore as she nodded to people, it was all Celine.

"Your friend!! I think I got your friend a job" Celine could be seen at a salon, getting her hair and nails done, she had grown into a very beautiful and endowed lady. "Where do you want to meet"? She asked and soon enough, they were both sitting in a cafe. "So, what job do you have for Ayla"? Celine was well known for being the daughter of a wealthy politician who beats guys up. Her family was much more wealthier than Ayla's, and that's why Ayla's father never insulted or ridiculed her. At least not in front of her.

The moment Evelyn shot the door behind them, she said, "Hearing you say all that is everything to me and I'd love nothing but to see my designs on Paris Fashion Week but I wouldn't want it if you're asking due to your connection with Jason and not because of my ability." Celine walked close to her. "I'm not known as one of the best because I take what so ever I see in the name of "connection", I'm known as one of the best because I go for the BEST. Inarguable, the connection with Jason is there but I know good talent when I see one, and ma chérie... you breathe it like a dragon breath fire." Celine paused. "That sounds corny, doesn't it?" She said with a chuckle.

- I still don't know where you want to go. Celine was tall, thin, and pretty. She had light eyes, which to me looked green, but depending on the brightness or how she moved, they had a greenish honey hue. Her skin was well-groomed and she wore light makeup. The hair was dark, almost black. The gray and white outfit looked like Chanel to me, because of the fabric. - I want to get to the reason why you paid someone to disrupt the interview... Which consequently comes to my personal life, you know?

“Are you nervous about the wedding? Don’t worry. I’ll make a wonderful Luna.” Lucien didn’t respond. He stared out the window, jaw tight. “Or perhaps,” Celine continued, circling him like a snake, “you’re thinking of your servant girl?” His spine stiffened. Celine smirked. “Oh, yes. I know. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how your eyes follow her? How your scent spikes every time she walks past?” Lucien turned slowly. “This is a dangerous line you’re walking, Celine.” “Oh, darling,” she said, trailing a manicured finger down the arm of his tunic. “I’m not afraid of danger. I am danger.”

Celine currently has wavy dark-blonde hair down to the middle of her back, and while she has loved having long hair, it was time for a change. She bats her eyelashes, and her large grey eyes look pleadingly at her aunt. She was now five-three, and her father says she will likely grow another few inches before she stops growing. She had a small straight nose, and bow shaped lips that were naturally a dark-pink colour. The small cottage is a second home to Celine, her aunt Eloise and uncle Michel had helped to raise her after her mother had died and her father, Anton, had needed some time to grieve his loss.

The guards and Kyla didn't know what to do, they are completely confused about what Celine's actions towards this beggar. Why is she so respectful towards him what potion did he used to tame the so called "monster Celine." Celine is being called for her infamous title "Monster Celine" she's known for her cruelty, that whoever dares to offend her would definitely crippled permanently. The last person she crippled were in state of coma right now even if it has already eight months passed. What a monster.

Celine is still hugging me tightly right now. The warmth of her body seemed to be buried in my skin. But I knew that what was now making such a beautiful and kind woman seem afflicted by complexity. Celine is a strong woman. She is very smart and wise. As the daughter of a former Alpha, Celine has the integrity to become a Luna. Even if the Sinclaire Pack accepts a female Alpha, I believe Celine would be very capable of it. Celine also always contributes and helps with everything that goes on in the Pack. Her devotion, love, and responsibility for our pack are immense. Celine is such a dignified, talented, and well-respected princess.