Ciel Pfp Novels & Stories

CHAPTER THREE RACHEL’S POV “What, Rachel? Are you serious?” Cecilia asked for the 100th time. Cecilia, my best friend, had grown up with me. A striking model and influential social media figure, She was also the ambassador for my jewelry line. With her long, flowing ebony hair, piercing blue eyes, and model-like figure, she had seen the news and rushed over to my house to confirm if it was just a rumor or fake. I assured her I was aware and fully supportive of it.

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

I blew her a playful kiss through the open windows of the car. It was true, though, that Cielo drew a lot of females from the school. I used to walk to where our car was parked and see girls greeting my sight; it turned out that they were waiting for Cielo to open the car windows. Cielo, despite his tanned skin and powerful figure that makes girls drool, was a good-looking guy. He's also not that old, he's just six years older than me, so I'm not sure why he refers to me as a young lady.

On the way, she introduced herself as Ciel Ince-Dolch and said she lived somewhere very close by. The name rang a bell in Javier’s head, enough that he instantly called out his school’s name. “I knew you looked familiar even from afar, but I wasn’t sure enough to call your name! You’re an alumnus, aren’t you? The captain of the cheerleading squad and renowned dream girl?” Ciel froze. “Y-You…You know me?” Javier was overjoyed. “Know you? Heck, we were in the same cohort! Different majors, of course, but still…Anyway, I’m Javier Kersey.”

Ayesha's POV, "Um....who might you be?" I asked confused but politely not trying to be rude. "I'm Sahil Sharma, the chief editor of Mirchi News." He said smiling. My eyes widened. He's from the media?! "Uh... I am kind of busy right now and so I'd really appreciate it if you could come back some other time." I faked a smile and tried to close the door but he stopped it with his hand. I gulped as he bent down at my face level.

They both giggle, but Fi runs downstairs with her phone to film the reactions of the others, “Gather round, and see the new look Celine chose.” She was still bouncing gently when Celine walks out onto the staircase. Her hair is now back to its choppy pixie cut that she loved, and is a bright teal colour. She felt amazing, and her face ached from the wide smile she now wore and all the laughing she and Fi had been doing. George comes to the bottom of the stairs; he stares at her. Fi was giving her a thumbs up behind his head. Celine comes down the stairs, stopping a couple of stairs from the bottom and smiles at him,

Ciel had tears in her eyes. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

"This one. Post this one." Zeke looked at the chosen photo. It was raw, elegant, and filled with emotion. "You're sure? Once I post this, the whole world is going to know about the heir." "I don't care about the world right now," Xielle whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I care about us. And I look beautiful." Zeke kissed her cheek and typed a simple caption: Our sun, our moon, and our stars. Waiting for you. He hit 'post.'

I could imagine I was going to search for a brat. Levi laughed nervously. “Not at all. I checked her medical records. She grew up I guess.” It sounded more like a question. SeeingKevi a little nervous made me curious so I snatched the tablet from his hands to look at the girl. I paused for a second before grinning widely. “You are sure she’s the one?” I asked Levi and he confirmed. Like a puzzle fitting into place, my eyes spotted Mi Cíelo sitting alone at a table on the other end of the room downstairs. Even in the picture in my hands, she looked beautiful. She was dressed in a tight fitting white shirt and black pants in a bar. Her lips were bent in a familiar frown from the first picture