Cleo Nooo Novels & Stories

“But I’m on the committee.” “You’re officially the most dangerous woman in this zip code.” “I thought you were?” “I ceded the throne,” Cleo said, sweeping an arm with mock-royalty. “To a blazer-wearing icon who made a room full of billionaires squirm.” They sat on the edge of the quad’s fountain. Water danced behind them. Cleo sipped. “So what now?” “I help fix the mess. I try not to punch anyone. I figure out what being Sonia Vale means now.”

*** Outside, the night air wrapped around me like a whisper. The limo waiting by the entrance gleamed under the moonlight, sleek and black enough to look like it had been designed to drive straight into that he'll Damiano spoke of. At least he had succeeded in scaring the shit out of me. It was like he derived pleasure from doing exactly that. And next to it stood Cleo. Cleo’s dress was pure power wrapped in silk. Emerald green, sleek and sharp. It clung to her like it had been poured onto her skin. A high slit, and the low back revealed more than modesty allowed. The gold chain at her collarbone caught the light delicately and dangerously, like her.

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

I unblocked her number ages ago, and she hasn't called me once! "Miranda's still a woman after all. Why don't you call her yourself and smooth things over?" Caesar's expression remained stone-cold. Upon seeing this, Norton took a photo of Caesar's injured arm and sent it to me. Caesar's expression finally softened slightly when my call came through. I asked anxiously, "Norton, are you hurt?" I had no idea Norton had put me on speaker. "It's not me—it's Caesar's hand. He accidentally cut himself just now, and the bleeding won't stop.

Noah asked for anticipation while staring fixedly at the woman in front of him. "Hahaha ... Noah Retter crown prince, you quickly found out. Truly a Retter descendant." Shit! This witch is very disgusting. Using all means for something secret. Is it she aiming to get a higher position? The position has no benefits at all. "Tch! You're so disgusting to be a teacher! " Noah hissed sharply. Mrs. Zoe chuckled softly. She gave Noah a disdainful look. For her only, she is the best. Gladys was terrified right now. She gripped her brother's hand tightly.

Oh, Cleo. You have no idea who you're messing with.

Instantly, Jonathan pulled out his card to pay. Before I could explain to the salesperson, my gaze caught on the strand of prayer beads around his wrist. Just yesterday, when Chloe announced her return to the public eye, one of the photos in her post had prominently featured those same beads. At a glance, they seemed out of place among the other glamorous shots—but someone online recognized them as exclusive items from the historic retreat he'd closed for her. Soon, the story of the place's six-month closure and the identity of the bracelet's owner was everywhere. Paparazzi had captured footage of Chloe and him leaving the grounds. Even without showing Jonathan's face, the custom-tailored su

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

"Just four to cover this whole side. Reckless of you to think four of you can handle 33 of the envoys assigned here when all the connection signals from our side is jammed and there are this weird species surfacing and bite cases increasing day by day. And now one of our own kind is dead too. What a mess mahn!" "The connection here is still intact." Nandini shook her phone a bit. "I already contacted the ones from our clan and this meeting today is actually going to be our mini clan meeting." "You have their contact numbers." "I do and just for situations like this." Nandini said almost proudly and that made Skyler roll his eyes. "Fine but what about the envoys from the other clans?" "Alia a

He teases, enjoying tormenting me far too much. "I think you should let her have her privac… oh my god, sorry Jenny." Cleo's eyes go wide and because I wasn't expecting her to be the one to stop, she successfully darts past me and into my room. "Oh my god, are you Kenji Ikeda? Oh my god you are, Luke, it's Kenji Ikeda."