Novel & Cerita Celine: A

Celine's POV My name is Celine Pauline, a child actress, and my dad's name is Jeremy, he and my mom had recently finalized their divorce and he had won custody of me, so, we had moved from our former vicinity to this new place, at first, I didn't like it here neither do I like the change of school, I love my old School and my friends over there and was angry with my dad for the change, why couldn't he just work things out with my mom so that they'll continue to live together, although, he had explained why he had to divorce her but I just can't understand adults, I shook my head in exasperation, although dad had promised me that I would like my new school, this is my third day in Greenville

celine is at the back looking at her second mother CELINE is a small child,but when it comes to wisdom, she's wise. "Mummy,are you angry? She asked "No am not; Isabella replied Tell me the truth mummy "Did dad get you angry? Or is me that make you angry Celine asked. Am not angry at you, am only angry at Dad nonchalance attitude.isabella replied She couldn't suppress her smile as angry as she was because of Celine Please don't be angry,she said this touching her mummy face.

She didn’t believe him, but she had been close there, for a second. “Thank you for your help, Phillip.”, Celine said and hung up the phone. She let out a big breath and shuddered then looked at Sebastian. Unconsciously she grasped a lock of hair in her hand and twirled. Twirling faster when she saw Sebastian’s gray eyes were narrowed and dark like a thunderstorm. “Who the hell is Chanel?”, Sebastian asked.

Celine chuckled as if she thought it absurd. "You can text or call me, Callahan," she clarified. "You're using too much effort. Aren't you busy?" She wanted to mention that he was meant to be with Coleen, but she didn't want to appear jealous or spiteful, so she kept it to herself. The wind whips and her hair dances uncontrollably till her aroma reaches Callahan. His brow furrowed as he realized the scent was quite familiar. "Croissant." Celine's eyebrows are knitted. Before she could say anything, Callahan had already walked closer to her and leaned a little, so she froze since she didn't want to move and was afraid it would cause trouble.

Slow and precise. My body locked up as I crossed the room to open it. Celine. She wore a silk, ice-blue gown, as if she were born for scandal and headlines. Her eyes sparkled with something colder than satisfaction - control. “You really shouldn’t talk about ghosts,” she purred. “They tend to show up when you least expect them.” She walked in like she owned the air. Cassie didn’t move. She was still frozen and unreadable. Celine smiled at me, then turned to Cassie.

She looked at Vernon, before a sweet beam spread on her peach lips. "Why are you a minute?" Vernon asked. "Who knows?" Celine chuckled. "Maybe because I was staying so quiet that if you removed the letters "i" and "n" in the word, that makes me like a mute." She turned her head to Seungcheol, uttering, "Isn't that what you mean?" Seungcheol grinned. He couldn't believe Celine got the message that quick. "Then the pronoun "my" should be emitted," he chuckled.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Alexis was not a bit surprised about this information, because she knew already that Faith was not the idle type, she was a virtuous woman who does everything to support her husband, thus everyday she was either out to her own shop, or she was out doing some empowerment in the name of her husband. She nod immediately and she head directly to her room, she dropped the key to her car on the shelve, then she put on her stereo, this time instead of Taylor Swift, she played Celine Dion track, she usually does this anytime her mind was in shambles or she was worried or confused.

She was beginning to panic slightly, but she quickly pushed those thoughts away, knowing that she wouldn't be able to calm herself down until she saw Prince Roman again. After a moment's hesitation, Celine grabbed her satchel and slowly made her way to the door. She took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping outside. Celine looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was meant to be going. Eventually, her eyes landed on the large oak double doors at the end of the hallway. Deciding that was where she needed to go, she walked over to the doors and pushed them open slightly, peering inside. She was immediately taken aback by what she found. It seemed like someone had de

"It's a pretty day, isn't it?" A few wispy clouds drifted through the grey-blue sky, and the sun glinted off the snow and ice. Everything looked pristine and new, like a world covered in diamonds. Zephrian nodded, "Yeah." "It's a good day for a hike," Celine continued, and she stretched her arms out toward the sky, stretching. "And a great day for balancing!" "Huh?" Zephrain glanced down at the dark-haired Travis Tribe heiress, confused. Balancing? Sometimes Celine made absolutely no sense, even to Zephrain who was her friend for almost a decade.