Cleo Lazuli Novels & Stories

Looking back at the door then back to her I took her hand and stepped into the portal. Cleo’s POV With everything that had gone on in the last few days it was nice to have an evening to relax. Tonight is Kaylee’s Luna ceremony so everyone was buzzed with excitement. Having not had time to go dress shopping Roman’s mum Athena had some dresses bought up for me. I wasn’t sure she would have anything I liked being as I’m picky as hell, but she certainly surprised me. Spinning in front of the mirror I couldn’t stop the smile that formed. It was perfect. It fit me like a glove. The dress was a simple floor length A-line in a deep emerald green. It hung slightly off the shoulders revealing just the

Cleo Devereux was a beautiful vampire with the most extraordinary gorgeous amethyst eyes and Persephone wanted nothing more to strangle the both of them. Did fate have to flaunt what she could never have? Did it always have to be so cruel? Caleb indeed had the most stunning cognac eyes. She had spent so much of her time gazing into them at varying points of their encounters. Her heart clenched, wondering if Cleo would be the one privy to such intimate moments. Would she be worthy where she hadn't been?

She looked just like me, but with dark hair and although she looked tired, she was wearing a big smile as she stared down at the three kids on her lap. That must be our mother..... Where was she? No one mentioned her. . "Lilyyy" I whisper but no response came How exactly does this summoning work? "Lily"... Still no response. I dropped the picture in frustration and picked up a red little box on top of the other gifts. Is it right to open it? .. Why not? They are mine after all. I opened it up and almost gasped at the beautiful necklace in it. With a round blue pendant that glows.... It looks like the moon. The full moon.

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

“Let’s make a deal.” Alaric’s brow furrowed. “A deal?” “Yes.” I pressed my mate tighter against my chest. “Let her come live with me… for three months. After that, you can take her back.” Alaric’s gaze darkened, suspicion flashing in his eyes. “Why would I do that? What would I get in return for letting a criminal go?” I clenched my teeth, the dark king inside me rising. “I’ll offer you something only we possess—some of our Sapphire diamonds.”

We take care of our own. Her other pack member pulled the boy away by his shirt collar. Scarlett was speechless in shock, but she heard footsteps and turned to see who was coming. Scarlett didn't move as Cleo's sweet voice washed over her ears. Her throat was dry. Cleo. "And then, Daddy, do you know what I saw?" Cleo declared happily, "I saw three butterflies. One was gold, one was purple, and one was orange!" Landon lifted his gaze, his gaze locking with Scarlett's, and Scarlett could feel the confusion on his face as he took in the taut standoff. He stood up tall when he saw Sylvie and her friend, his posture taking that of the Alpha.

He's just curious. "Ah," Cleo laughs, brushing her strawberry blonde hair to the side. "Giana Anderson is Jasmine Adana's best friend." "Sorry?" Kolya knits his brow. Did Cleo hear his question right? "Oh, silly me." She laughs for the second time. "Of course you don't know Giana Anderson." "Uh..." She can't stop making him blush. Kolya finds Cleo's presence a little too much. "I don't know either of them."

In the end, I actually had to pretend I was buying another dress, as if my closet wasn’t already about to explode with clothes I hadn’t even worn. Of course, the boutique was top-tier. I hadn’t even known this hotel chain was part of the Greco business empire now. With the takeover of the main Vasiliev properties, plus the Brona payout, there weren’t many big businesses left in the hands of other packs. Lorenzo was doing it. He was eating this city alive. Once I was sitting in the VIP lounge, they brought me a huge tray of refreshments, and I practically attacked it. “What? I’m hungry...” I said, looking at Stephanie while she watched me wipe out the little bites with that amused look on her

“He was one of the first to use ground lapis lazuli to create a true, vibrant blue, a color that was usually reserved only for the robes of the Madonna.” Sofia’s eyes lit up with a genuine, intellectual interest. For a moment, the cold, calculating mask fell away, and I saw the real woman beneath: a passionate collector. We talked for ten minutes about art, and in those ten minutes, I felt a strange, almost imperceptible shift. She was no longer just a rival. She was a person. As the lunch came to an end, Lorenzo Falcone played his final, most insulting card. He turned to me, his handsome face a mask of deep, sincere pity.

I caught a small glimpse of it but only for a sheer moment before it disappears as though it evaporated along with the mist. "Purple eyes." I mouth in disbelief. What more is the way he flawlessly disappeared made me question his kind. I've never seen a wolf with purple eyes and that only leads to the fact that he's on the Lycan's side... or that if he was embedded with witchcraft. But just the thought of anything that gives a hint of being a Lycan ambushing us like this and right inside our very lands pisses me off. "Luna." Claude wraps my cloak around me while helping me up.