Celine: A Novels & Stories

It was love. They were at a friend of the family’s wedding and Celine had been excited to come when she found out about it. Her elbow-length dark brown hair had been done in soft curls. She had put on a light amount of makeup, which was the right amount to highlight her features. She rarely dressed up as much as she currently was. It was the current event that influenced her to do this.

Celine paused, turned back slowly to me as she heaved out in a bit of frustration. “You definitely get some at the Alpha's chamber.” She said so convincingly. I furrowed my brows at her and in just a short while realization came dawning on me. “Celine?” I said slowly, shaking my head in disbelief as I stared right at her. She scratched the back of her neck, looking away from me. “I was fucking horny yeah, I mean I fucking missed his dick!” She said in defense to herself. “You definitely do too, don't look at me that way!” She said, throwing her arms out towards my face.

"Celine got into an art school in Paris." "Congratulations to her," Vincent said dryly. "And condolences to you. What's the problem?" "She'd be gone for months. Maybe years. Away from me. Away from Caesar." Vincent arched a brow. "So you're afraid she'll find a tall, brooding Frenchman who paints with his shirt off and whispers poetry while serving her baguettes?" I shot him a glare. "Vincent." He laughed, dropping the stress ball onto my desk. "Relax, Reid. She loves you. You think after everything she would trade you for some starving artist who can't even afford proper cologne?"

The room slowly dissolved into smaller conversations. Celine paused beside Yesha as she gathered her documents. “You’re dangerous,” she said lightly. Yesha didn’t look up. “Only to people who mistake arrogance for authority.” Celine’s smile widened. “Oh, I like you more than I expected.” Her gaze flicked toward Kierston across the room. “For what it’s worth,” she added more quietly, “I’m not involved with him.” That made Yesha pause—just slightly. Celine shrugged as if it were irrelevant.

Maggie believed in superstitions, but they followed what the elders said to avoid hurting anyone's feelings. The philosophy behind the name Celine was also a prayer from her parents for her to match the warmth and enthusiasm, symbolizing adventure, optimism, self-confidence, and social skills. This was because Celine was born in twilightmoment, a fusion of red and yellow, giving a strong and warm effect. Like most firstborns, Celine was showered with love, attention, and affection from her parents and extended family since childhood. She was spoiled, and almost everything she desired was quickly fulfilled.

* Zeina * I was relieved to find the master's bedroom empty of Celine when I entered, but her presence still clung to the air, like a bitter perfume. The sharp, sweet fragrance she favored lingered in the heavy velvet curtains and polished mahogany furniture, mixing with the faint scent of crushed roses and a hint of Robert's own dark musk.

" I can't believe my eyes," Celine gasped once again. Why is she so shocked? I mean like I'm a boy who have feelings towards girl. Did she misunderstood me as gay or something? Cause she is so dead if she thought this. I don't try to flirt with any girl or ignore them doesn't mean that I like boys. Well the way in describing it all can make anyone misunderstand the situation. Celine, the head designer of AZ Textiles, was a very nice person overall. A fun and talented person. On top of that, she was a very reasonable person that's why I was kind of her friend and never questioned her any decisions regarding personal life or any office decision.

I called out to her smiling. " Hey slugger," she replied and stood up to hug me. Just then Fiona came over and hugged her. " Hey Celine!!!" She screamed as she hugged her. " Hey finny, I missed you!" Celine said and hugged her. She looked more beautiful now. Her blonde hair tied up in a messy bunny style and her black gown hugged her body tightly. Celine is a very busy person. She's a movie director and so she travels from one country to another, directing shows.

Jameson asked, her eyes curious. "I'm the CEO of Linny Cosmetics," Celine replied, a hint of pride in her voice. "I love makeup, and I've always been passionate about the beauty industry." Mrs. Jameson and Lily looked impressed. "That's amazing," Mrs. Jameson said, smiling at her. "You must be very talented." Celine smiled back, feeling a sense of validation. "Thank you," she said, feeling more comfortable around them by the minute. Mrs. Jameson's expression softened with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that you are an orphan, dear. But I'm glad you have Alexander now. He can be a bit stubborn, but he's a good man at heart."

Anytime I wanted to get off and empty my sac, I just drove to Celine or asked her to come over. Celine and I are like acquaintances, not really friends or anything. We met during a charity event and she wasn't bad, at least she knew how to satisfy my cock. She's a businesswoman, owns her own clothing line, and her family is rich. We hit it off from there. She would drop by when she's horny and we would fuck and I would call her over just to get off too. Unlike most women, Celine isn't clingy. She understands we're just having sex and she respects my decision. Even though we've only had sex not more than four times, well today making it five times, Celine doesn't cross her boundary. And I lik