Ciel Pfp Novels & Stories

“I understand that, but if you could just let him know I am here, he will….” “Whatever you think he will do, I can assure you, Miss Renwick, he will not.” A new voice came through, it was smooth but icy. It was Ciel's. He came down the stairs with the aura of a king. He had a casual crisp white shirt on, with tailored black pants. Reina turned, her expression lightening up. “Ciel!” Ciel's gaze was cool, but distant. “What could possibly bring you here, Reina?”

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

I put my phone on loudspeaker mode. “Hi, Ceilo! How are you?” “I’m good, Beauty. How’s the preparation going?” “Yeah, all good. I already told Bobita that you are okay with it. I hope it’s not an issue.” I waited for Ceilo’s confirmation earlier, but she was still at work. So, I ended up deciding it for her. I know she won’t say no to this. Ceilo is a big fan of the Mondragons, and walking down the runaway under Monde Corporation is not an issue. She will be over the moon with this. Because, like me, this is her dream, too. Even though she is now working under Star Dreamer, she still wants to be a part of Monde Fashion.

I raised an eyebrow and burst out laughing. "What am I? A message sender? You even made me a servant." She frowned and took a piece of paper from inside his bag. "Name your price. How much money do you want?" I stared for a moment at the check she took out and burst out laughing. "Okay, I get it. I'm not famous but are you serious? You don't know me?" I asked in disbelief. "Why, who are you?" She seemed impatient to ask. "I'm Florence Mil, Servancio Mil's only daughter. I'm a drag racer too." I said with mixed pride. Her eyes widened and she looked at me in disbelief.

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

Her face is swollen from the hits she has endured but like her dress, she is covered in dust, dirt and is generally so unkept that I can’t tell where the dirt ends and her skin begins. “What is your name?” Celine tries to distract her from rushing to her brother. She’s obviously conflicted. She’s afraid of me. Enough that she won’t approach me but she also won’t take her eyes off me. “My name is Crystal. He’s Micah.” She pauses, uncertain with her interactions with us. “How old are you?” Celine keeps the conversation going. “I’m ten and Micah just turned six.” Crystal manages. “Do you know why you are here?”

Luna said while giving them a disapproving face. “If you're belittling a weak person, make sure you're not weak as well.” Zachary said and laughed after. Celicia was only at a Yellow Rank Peak level, and she's 18 years old already. To others, that's a fast advancement. However, to Soheila and her friends, that kind of advancement was too slow. Especially they have someone like Soheila. Celicia and Federick stayed quiet as they felt embarrassed. After a few minutes, Hector called them and they both stood up as they walked towards Hector. Meanwhile, Adi Sika was done with his spirit beast and left the room after bidding goodbye.

I asked. "Everything. Cecilia is a professional model, Caucasian, five nine, with a soft, luminous complexion that photographs exceptionally well. She’s twenty-four, currently Miss Atlantic Elegance, and has picked up two international runway awards in the past three years.” We look each other in the eye and she doesn't waver. Her cheeks were tight, just enough to tell me she wasn’t thrilled about being put through this little exercise. “Her father is a retired diplomat, her mom runs a private art foundation. She’s well educated, well mannered and notably no history of public or private relationships.” she added, raising a foot to take off the shoe, but changed her mind.

They bow, taking their seat once done. "This is Xolo Levy, and he's from the Aztec Isles." he gestures, and the boy with the cocoa brown hair smiles, giving me a small wave. I wave back, feeling like this one is full of mischief, and Quill skips over Lip, gesturing to Cersei who refuses to meet my eyes. She wears a rose pink gown with laces in the front, the laces neatly tied up to the base of her throat, the sleeves going down to her elbows, face composed in a blank expression. Her hair is pinned up in the usual bun.