Colette Novels & Stories

I tap on the screen and send the message before I change my mind. :You! When she doesn’t answer I throw my phone down next to me and flip through the pictures that Luciano gave me. Whitney is even more beautiful then I remember her long brown hair has waves through it. The way her hazel eyes are looking at Enzo with lust. My jaw clenched and I threw photos across the room. I pull the crystal tray on the coffee table closer. The two lines of white powder have my nose twitching in anticipation. Leaning down grabbing my metal pipe I snorted a line.

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?"

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

It’s already been a month since his highness gave me the order to protect this young lady. She looks decent and her physical features are quite familiar. I am Cole Grey, the personal knight of his highness, but currently assigned as this lady’s knight. She looks so lifeless. You can see in her eyes that it’s not her, that her mind and body are separated. We are currently taking a stroll in the garden. We are with the maid that his highness also assigned for her. His highness is in the guild that he’s working for, but I don’t know what kind of work he is doing there. I'm his knight so it is a must that I should know where he’s going.

Joan had declined Francesca's offer to drive her to Le Monet, a very expensive restaurant in Chelsea, she instead opted to go in a taxi. She wasn't sure she could bear any more of her aunt fussing over her. Francesca had chosen everything she was wearing, from the red sleeveless straight gown to black ankle strap heels, a black purse, and a black coat. She'd decided to use a minimal amount of makeup, which Francesca agreed with. Joan took stoke of the interior of Le Monet as she stepped inside, she liked the atmosphere of the restaurant, especially the soft glow of the lights. She heard it was hard to get a reservation at Le Monet, she wondered how Asher pulled it off.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

Not Colette’s name. Elias Whitfield’s.

The next day, I discovered that the core design files for my Paris Fashion Design Competition entry had been completely deleted from my computer. Even the recycling bin was wiped clean. Those designs were everything I had been working on. They were the cornerstone of the independent brand I was planning to launch to finally get away from Alexander. I called IT immediately. The technician told me the files had been manually targeted and erased at eleven o'clock last night. At eleven last night, I was already home. The only people still at the office were the night guard and... Victoria.

And my mate had been taken. finis

hello lunch, I grinned in delight, and seconds later, I sank my fangs deeply into its veins, glorying in the rush of thick liquid pulsing down my throat. Colette “Yeah, that’s a no from me.” Colette looked up, clearly frustrated as she took her feet out of the third pair of heels she’d tried on this morning. As always, Tibarn was skulking around out at the borders, leaving her with a battalion of maids whose sole purpose was to dress her and make sure she was comfortable for the day. The boredom had all but strangled the gentle wolf.