Cleo Nooo Novels & Stories

Knives were flying in the air so no one dared to move, lest they got stabbed by a stray knife. Cleo removed her wedding gown and threw it away, just as Claire entered, changed from her maid of honor dress after taking care of some of Jim’s men outside. Cleo was wearing black skinny jeans underneath her wedding gown with a black top. She said to Jim in Spanish, “You are not as smart as I thought.”

Than immediately takes a seat at his desk, stretching out his hand that grips me by my wrist, pulling me by his side. A disapproving growl emits from Dad at the movement, his voice trying to plough into my mind but I had the block up. “As my daughter has her mind-link block up, perhaps you can share why she is here?” “Haven’t you heard? Cleo is my new luna.” “What?” A snap resonates as all heads turn to look at me in unison. “Yes, infact it’s good that you are all here. Maybe now Cleo we could make it official?” He was enjoying this, enjoying their pained stricken eyes.

She knew Gabz was going to uncover ways to slip in the fact about her pierced clit in subsequent conversations. They dried her hair and body. Everything that was being used was prepared from lavender, Cleo said it was something that Zander requested. Cleo styled the Luna's hair while Gabz did her makeup. The completed product was spectacular. "You are beautiful, my Luna," Cleo bowed "Thank you, Cleo, but you don't have to do that." A tear slipped from Cleo's eye, "Zoey would have loved you." Hazel and Gabz were confused.

It wasn’t judgmental and she wasn't done. “I’m not a kid, Isa. I used to be, but I’m a grown woman now. I live alone. I have friends over. We even go on morning runs together.” Cleo’s voice rose slightly, and her chest lifted with each breath. I could tell she was getting annoyed and she could tell too. I stayed quiet as Cleo grabbed a glass. She shoved it under the faucet, and let the water fill it to the brim. Then, without hesitation, she downed it in one long gulp.

“OH, MY GODDESS ELLIE YOUR NECK!!!!!! My hand flings to her mouth and I try to shush her as much as possible. “Wow, should we call you Luna now?” Heather cracks herself up and is holding her stomach from laughing so hard. How does she know it’s from Colin? “That actually sounds amazing Ellie, you, my Luna.” The voice is smooth and laced with affection. Wait, that was Colin’s voice but it wasn’t out loud and from the looks of the girls they didn’t hear it. “We’re mated fully and marked Ellie. We can mind link now remember.” My head snaps around to the entrance of the corn field to see him walking with a huge grin plastered on his face. I can sense his pride and his love like it is my own emot

Is it just gonna end like this forever. Without another word, Cleo turned and fled from the laundry room, oblivious to the chaos left behind. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the hallways as she made her way to her Melina's chamber. Her mind was consumed with the need to share the devastating news with someone she loved, someone who could perhaps offer her a glimmer of hope in the face of such darkness.

I just want my best friend back. Nicolai drove Cleo to and fro from work . He too noticed that something wasn't okay with Cleo. It had been going on for the past week and I couldn't take it anymore. Since we had seven colors at Cleo's mom's house on Sunday, I didn't want to bring anything up. I found her fast asleep with the twins in our bed on Sunday evening and I tucked them in their cribs. I had seen her text telling me that the kids are at the villa with Gia and my dad and that she would be back home an hour later. An hour before she was due back I decided to play chef and sort of make dinner. I had ordered a couple of things from Carlo's restaurant including the gelato she loves to indu

The private rooftop lounge of The Velvet Horizon was closed to the public, reserved entirely for a party of five. With the glittering Cleveland skyline stretching out beneath them and a crisp autumn breeze rustling the glass windscreens, the atmosphere was electric with victory. The heavy, gold-rimmed crystal glasses clinked together in a sharp, satisfying ring. "To the undisputed rulers of the Midwest," Isaiah Cole rumbled, his deep laugh echoing over the soft jazz playing in the background. "I’ve seen some hostile takeovers in my day, but watching Julian Sterling’s face drain of color in the middle of a charity gala? That was art."

He clarified, probably after interpreting my long pause. I opened the door excitedly, revealing my mate’s stunned face as he took me in. “You look amazing!” He said genuinely, bringing me in for a kiss. Before our lips could even touch, I heard the soft sound of someone clearing their throat and looked to the side to see Cleo in a short black dress with a white long-sleeve shirt underneath and a dark pair of tights, cut off by some chunky black boots. I wanted to cry, she had such good style and she managed to look presentable, yet fun and trendy. Meanwhile, I looked like a librarian.

She puts her phone away and finally starts smiling again while talking to her friends. Raven slowly exhales. Maybe he really was overthinking. He quickly sends her a message anyway. Ignore Romel. Don’t let him get to you. No reply comes back. Probably because her phone is buried somewhere inside her purse again. The party continues for another hour after that. The music gets louder. More people arrive. Food keeps appearing at the tables nonstop. Raicko and Raven are halfway through another plate when suddenly, “Everyone, please make way.” The commanding voice cuts clean through the noise.