Chaunticleer Novels & Stories

His eyes held a tenderness he never gave to me. I recognized that coat. Custom Brioni. The inner left collar had my initial embroidered on it—C. I stared at that 'C' for a very long time. "Chloe?" Harper asked cautiously. "...Are you okay?" I scrolled down to the comments. Top comment: "Now that's a power couple. The Conti Princess and the Marchetti Don. A perfect match." Second: "Look at that cheap mistress who slept her way up. Seven years and not even a ring. Pathetic."

Chloe, the acting matriarch, sat perfectly erect in an embroidered chair, her fingers clutching a silver goblet. Beside her sat Marcella, her face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated venom. "The persistent little ghosts," I murmured under my breath. Marcella’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the armrest of her chair, her eyes burning holes into my dress. Chloe did not move a muscle, but the sheer malice radiating from her eyes was enough to drop the temperature in the room by ten degrees. I paused right at the base of the altar steps, looking up at them both.

⸻ No one in the hall understood. Except… An elderly servant standing near the staircase. The silver tray slipped from his hands. It crashed onto the marble floor. His terrified eyes were fixed on Alessio. Then he whispered words that froze every person in the mansion. “He’s not the first Alessio De Luca…” ”…to fall in love with a cursed bride.” End of Chapter 9

Lizzy insisted, stepping inside and placing the papers on the coffee table. Reluctantly, Furina picked up the top newspaper and read the headline: “Incest Scandal: The Neuvillette Marriage Controversy.” Beneath the headline was a photo of her and Diluc leaving the building the previous day, surrounded by flashing cameras. Next to that, a photo of her mother, Celeste Neuvillette, looking stunning at some event, caught her eye. The articles described Celeste as a celebrated socialite who had married the billionaire Antoine five years ago.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

She moaned and Delcan was pleased with the sound. Ahhhh,.....mmm baby Chantelle moaned out and Delcan was surprised. Where did his shy girl go to? He finally rubbed his dick on her clit before sliding it in her pussy and she moaned out loudly. He kept penetrating till his cum was out and he kissed her and promise to love her always.Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You

"It’s useless arguing with you." "But it is an obvious truth." Cheryl called out. "Shut the hell up bitch! Or else I’ll come back right up and smack the hell outta you!” Mia yelled in reply from the stairs. "Craaazzzzyyyy!” Cheryl snapped back before chuckling to herself. ********************* Catty walked back and forth in anger, she was boiling and felt like destroying something. She hit the table vase against the wall while screaming out. Her friend and errand girl Scarlet jumped in fright.

IF ONLY "Hi!..." I scan a girl who looks like a model. I feel so ordinary beside her. "Good afternoon..." I flashed my best smile. "Wynther Gabriella," she extended her hand that's why I accepted it. "Xaliah Shasta," I quickly responded without thinking. "Here in Playa Caleta for vacation?" she curiously asked. I heave a long sigh. Damn, Shasta! You're not really thinking. Now, you exposed yourself in public. What a great day!

“I love it solely for the little scent of citrus....and my boyfriend loves Citrus too...I would wear it every Friday evening to see him “ well, that's beautiful..” “This is one of Clarke's mistresses,” Rachel thought to herself. “ You seem like a perfume expert to me” Christy had brought Rachel out of her cloudy thoughts. “ oh no...My husband is a big lover of Jordan d'Amalfi...so I'm a lover too” “ AWWWN.....we are twinning now” Christy scrunches her dainty nose and smiles warmly at Rachel. “ I would leave you to enjoy your latte....maybe we could talk later”

While I was busy handling various work tasks, I suddenly received a new email in my inbox, sent by Carl, Mike’s assistant. I paused for a moment, feeling a bit puzzled, and opened the email. The beginning read, "Madam, I don't know if you'll be able to see this email. Over the past days, I’ve tried every possible way to contact you, but all my efforts have been in vain. I was thinking, since you’ve canceled your identity, you must no longer be in the country." As I continued reading, my heart skipped a beat. "You don’t know, but Mr. Ashton has been nearly driven mad these days."