Colette Novels & Stories

Margaux was waiting, patient as a spider. “I do not know anyone named Colette,” Maya said. Her voice was level, almost conversational, the way she spoke when she was designing under pressure, calm on the surface while every detail was being calculated. A soft exhale came through the speaker, almost amused. “Let us dispense with the pretense,” Margaux replied, her tone cultured, precise, every syllable shaped by years of boardrooms and backroom deals. “Colette worked at the mill. She took documents that do not belong to her. Documents concerning my family’s business. I want them returned. All of them.”

“Margaux, this is Colette—the genius behind Le Jardin Bleu.” I turned to Colette with a grin. “And Colette, this is Margaux Leclair, one of the most talented fashion designers in Paris.” Colette’s eyes widened. “Oh my goodness, that Margaux Leclair? I’ve followed your work for years! Your Rêverie Nocturne collection—breathtaking.” Margaux laughed, genuinely delighted. “You just made my week. Thank you, Colette.” “She’s being modest,” I added.

Just that and nothing more. While with Colette, everything was different. She had plans for her future and not a day passes by that she does not work at it. She has reasons as to why she wants to become a better person; reasons that motivate her to keep going even when she feels drained. On days even when she feels too overwhelmed to do work, Colette does not give up; because she knows she will not produce quality work if she forces herself to get work done while she is in one of her moods, she does not waste the time and instead does something productive to occupy the now free time she made for herself.

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Something that Brittany couldn’t explain well. It was strangely captivating. Maybe it was because Catherine was taller than her and Catherine is a bit muscly which is the reason was why Catherine was able to lift ballerinas. Catherine wasn’t too muscular. She just have the right muscular tone to look both feminine and masculine. Brittany guessed this is Catherine’s sex appeals towards girls or women. “What do you want Brit?” Brittany knew Catherine’s not really interested in her because Catherine made it obvious. The way Catherine talks to her. It always sounded as if she ruined Catherine’s day.

Normally, Leonardo would love to be alone with his wife but, she was pregnant and Colette could fill the role of a midwife, as she is originally a mid wife, housekeeper and cook. Colette was initially hired for her midwife duties but she took one look at Arya and decided to make their meals. “Colette, this looks too good to eat”, Arya cried. “But you have eat it all, ma chèrie. You need to eat well for the little one too”, Colette answered in her thick French accent. “And this is why I chose Colette. I can be sure you’d eating well if

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Ray glanced at the caller ID. "Colette Diaz? "Colette is the literal Princess of Cantonia, and she comes from a wealthy and powerful family that's only second to the Warners! I'm sure that she cherishes her purity and would never be associated with the likes of you! "You're worse than a gigolo. You're just a fucking moron who just gives his ass out for free!" Ray then got everyone to quieten down and answered the call, meaning to humiliate me more. Colette's flirtatious voice immediately sounded on the other end of the line.