Ciel Pfp Novels & Stories

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 didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

“I did?” Claudia giggled gently as Ophelia and Noah took the sofa opposite of her. “You must not remember everyone you dueled with,” Claudia said. “But his name was Ciel. He is a blonde as well with eyes similar to mine.” Ophelia recalled all the duels she had in the arena the past few days. If she did indeed go against someone as beautiful as Claudia, she would most definitely remember. With golden hair and blue eyes, there was only one person fitting the description.

"Do you have a boyfriend? Is it Luciano Gracia? There are rumors he's single." I laugh nervously, feeling a twinge of discomfort. "Hell no. He's just a friend. I think." "Here you go," Cecily says, handing me my phone. I scroll through the screen, and my eyes widen in surprise. My profile picture is a close-up of my eyes, and there are several photos of me with a sleek black and white filter. I've already racked up a ton of likes and comments. "Whoa..." I breathe, my eyes fixed on the follower count. I've got almost 700 followers already. I glance up at Cecily, who's beaming with pride.

“They said they would use Lyla, since they can’t get close enough to harm Elsa themselves.” “Lyla?” Piper blinked. “Who’s that?” “Well…” Cecil pulled out her phone and tapped into her photo gallery. “I took the liberty of finding out.” She tilted the phone toward Piper. The girl in the picture had a bright smile, curly brown hair falling in perfect ringlets around her shoulders, and wide hazel eyes that sparkled of innocence. Cecil continued, explaining “Lyla Fetcher. She's one of Elsa's mahy fake friends, or should I say minion. She's in the cheerleading team”

I inched forward, wincing as a loose stone betrayed my step. "Honestly, Luna," Cielo sighed dramatically, dropping down from the branch beside me. She loomed over me, her height and strength accentuated by the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Up close, the amusement in her eyes was tinged with a flicker of something… else. She reached out, brushing a stray leaf from my hair with a surprising gentleness that sent a jolt through me. "You're as graceful as a newborn foal," she finally said, her voice softer now. "But at least foals eventually learn to walk."

That was a really cool fucking color. “Hello! Can I help you?” she asked her politely. The woman’s eyes looked starstruck as she bowed her head respectfully. “My name is Cecylia. I have been studying combat magic under Lady Ayla’s tutelage, but she had mentioned that you exceed even her knowledge on the subject. I know that you must be very busy, but if you ever have any spare time, would you please consider pointing me in the right direction?” she asked hopefully. Ziyah observed her closely for a minute while she thought something over.