Novel & Cerita Colette

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."

I studied her face, her posture—nothing about her was familiar. “Yes?” I asked carefully. “And you are?” Her face lit up instantly, relief flooding her expression. She sat down beside me, trying to steady her excitement. “I’m sorry—I get like this when I’m nervous,” she said with a shaky laugh. “I’m just… really happy to see you here, Mr. Whitmore. I’m Colette.” She extended a hand toward me. Though confused, I accepted it. “Colette? Do we know each other?” She nodded eagerly. “Yes. I used to work for Ms. Everheart—your wife.”

I follow in suit. "Yeah it's gonna be so much fun Colette! We were just about to go to my room." She hesitantly nods her head and we all head upstairs. ▪️ ▪️ ▪️ About an hour has passed since we all went up to my room. We found out a good bit about Colette. She goes to Windsor High School the last of the three high schools were allowed to go to. It's the closet to Sidney Rose. Her mom is the principal at Sidney Rose and that is why she was there the day I met her. She only has two friends named Valentine and Nick. Not one of her friends are 17 yet because they are Sophomores. But her birthday is in a month. She was held back in

Perhaps it’s time for her to make an effort to mend things between them, for Reed’s sake. She still doesn’t feel Scarlett is right for him, but then again, she never thought Lane was right for her either. Yet, Lane stood by her until death took him from her. No matter how hard Colette searched, she couldn't find a single way in which his lack of a powerful name hurt her. Her own name has always been enough. Scarlett, too is much like Lane. So Colette asks herself if her perspective is skewed. Raised by a woman who valued power above all else, maybe her entire worldview was shaped by those principles.

Louis had just been informed by a housekeeper that Colette was kicked out of the Warde manor. "Colette must have been banned from leaving the country, but why does she want to go abroad? Ginny is the one who had committed the crime. But Ginny had already transferred the shares under her name to Colette before everything went down. "Even if she lost her biggest support, she doesn't need to sell her shares at such a price. The Harper Corporation's interest rates are good. She can live luxuriously for the rest of her life. Why is she so anxious to run away?"

he says, his smile widening. Just then, a woman with a thick French accent walks out of the bathroom in a towel that barely covers her. I remember her, she was with him at the auction. My stomach drops and I feel a wave of nausea. She looks at me in shock, and I hear her say, “Oh mon Dieu, elle est réelle,” to Cassian. They exchange words in French, and I’m left confused, unable to understand them. Finally, she turns to me, still in shock, and says, “Je m’appelle Colette.”

“Are you requesting compensation?” “At least one million,” Colette declared grandly. “Otherwise, tomorrow I shall see you in court.” She had not even been present for the show’s opening. Arriving late, she knew nothing of Marcello’s prominence that evening—nor of his connection to Alexander. She did not truly desire money. She desired humiliation. A woman who worked as a fitness trainer—what wealth could she possibly command? Colette imagined tears. Pleading. Collapse. Instead— Ava laughed. Bright. Crisp. “Very well,” she said calmly. “I shall pay ten million.” She folded her arms. “Cello, darling, go and kick him nine more time

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

Antonio was dying and he needed someone strong to take over his empire and who better than a kid he found on the streets in Italy that was heading down a wrong path. I changed my name legally once I was back to the state I no longer wanted anything to do with Isla Martago’s name so I became Avery Cole. The door opened and Luciano stood there with his hands behind his back. His timing is fucking impeccable. I stood on my feet and took long strides toward him. “It’s all there. You were right he’s been doing more than watching her,” Luciano hands me the folder and I quickly open it and grab the photos and flip through them. My jaw clutches tightly.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"