Celine Book Novels & Stories

”It’s not wrapped” she says, walking back toward me with a nervous edge to her step. ”It’s okay” I smile, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed. Celine hands me the heavy book and sits down beside me. We’re both still shirtless, and the skin-to-skin contact feels incredibly intimate and right. ”Thanks, baby” I say, leaning in to kiss her softly before opening the book.

“I don’t sleep much.” I should have stepped back, but I didn’t. The room seemed smaller with him in it, the walls pressing in as if to keep us close. He reached past me, plucking a worn leather-bound volume from the shelf. “This one,” he said, setting it on the table, “is worth losing sleep for.” It was an old history text, its pages brittle, the ink faded. He didn’t open it right away—just stood there, one hand resting on the cover, his gaze locked on me like he was searching for something.

The next day, Celine woke up with a splitting headache and a sore body. She remembered what happened the night before and she was sure she’s been assaulted. She tried to stand from the bed but immediately felt the touch of fabric of her dress on her private part. She bit her lip to control her emotion. She could not imagine what the bastard did to her. When she looked around for her phone, she found the note on the side of the bed. ‘I took something as a souvenir. Something to share to your husband if you’re naughty’ ‘I’ll be in touch’

On Tuesday, Celina woke up determined to fully embrace this new chapter of her life. After breakfast, she spent the morning building her author profile on social media. She carefully chose every word for her bio, tested different versions of her profile picture, selected images for the banner, and began following authors, publishers, and bookstores. Twenty minutes before Zoe’s lunch break was over, Celina’s phone buzzed. It was her. “Girl, got time for some gossip?” “Always. Spill it!”

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.

Celine sat on the terrace, a book resting in her lap that she hadn’t turned a page of in hours. The sound of footsteps broke her reverie, and she turned to see Caleb approaching, a bouquet of white lilies in his hand. “I thought these might brighten your day,” he said softly, his tone careful. Celine sighed, her fingers tightening on the book. “Caleb, I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need flowers.” “It’s not just the flowers,” he said, setting them on the table. “I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

Even Celina, who had always been by his side, was sent away. The two women sat together, bored out of their minds. Celina appeared to be reading a book, but in reality, she was sulking as she crumpled the pages in frustration. Evangeline could not help but sympathize with the poor, crumpled pages. She could not stand it any longer and rescued the pitiful book from Celina's hands. "I say, Celina, the book is innocent. Why take your anger out on it?" Celina glared at her, avoiding eye contact. "I'm just in a bad mood. Can we not talk about it?"

Stacey replied Nick stood there watching Celine and the rest, they were laughing to some thing mark said well apart from her who still looked troubled, he knew she was still thinking about Alicia and he had to talk to her about that. "I will go get the book"Celine said as she stood up "I will come with you"Mark said as he quickly followed Celine "Have had it with that bastard!"Nick muttered to Stacey who was surprised by his sudden out burst. "I didn't ask you come with me!"Celine said as she held went through the book case, searching for the business book her father uses in the past

The women was reading a book and enjoying her time. "Madam," said the butler. "This girl has come." Celine also closed the book she was reading and then turned to Blair. "What kind of courtesy is that? You made the parents wait?" retorted Celine in a tone full of emphasis. Celine looked at Blair from head to toe and stopped at the girl's stomach. Blair tried to cover her stomach with a thick coat. Blair bowed slightly and apologized. "Sit down!" Celine ordered. Blair stepped closer. She took a seat right across from Celine. Blair sat awkwardly, and her eyes continued to wander. She was busy looking at the room that was so foreign to her.

Williams tried to explain but Elizabeth was already bustling towards Celine. “You brought a girl to see me?” She placed a hand on Celine’s upper arm and appraised her with excited golden eyes, same color as her son’s. “Hmm…tall, naturally beautiful and not so slender that she looks I’ll. She also dresses like she has a good sense of dignity. Elegant.” She touched the younger woman’s cheek. “What’s your name, love?” “Celine…Celine Winston.” “A befitting name.” She grinned at Williams. “I like her.”