Colette Novels & Stories

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.

I had a table reserved at the very last corner of the restaurant, cozy and quiet from the open others. we arrived and a waiter had us set in to our reservation. I had her seated and I well before we ordered for a bottle of red wine. I couldn't lie saying I had no words but she had a turn on everything to keep it going and having me happy every second. By the time we had to leave L'ambrosie, she had asked almost everything about me, my hobbies and well, the reason I wore the ring always which was the only thing I couldn't answer right.

(ASHER'S POV) The meeting with the investors took some time and I was intentionally prolonging it because I wanted my stepmother to be gone before I come out but I would say I wasn't so lucky as the so-called fianceé of a girl quickly hugged me immediately I came out of the elevator. I groaned imagining myself punching her ugly face, I pulled her away and she smiled I found out that her smile wasn't as pure as the Melissa lady in my beach house. I couldn't stop thinking of that lady and comparing her to this ugly Chloe. Is it the impeccable perky milky boobs that she bares and her round and plump ass that I'm sure will be as soft as her body. "Ahhhhh!!!!! Asher are you fantasizing and insane

"A woman who reads is dangerous because she knows what she wants and how she wants it. Perhaps if there were more men reading romance novels, there would be more satisfied women.” The table was silent for a long time before Abbie spoke. “And what happened to Belle?” she asked with interest. "I showed her that I could read, of course,” Louis replied with one of his self-sufficient smiles, "Then she handed me another book with a specific scene marked." “What was it?” Helena asked, playing with her husband's ring. “Anal.” And I, who was taking a gulp from my drink, ended up spitting it on the table. Automatically all the men got up, complaining and making excuses to leave, leaving Louis alone a

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

Colette's POV I knew exactly what I was doing when I told Mommy to hire the little wench. I went out of my way to look her up. I even had her mother killed... All it takes is enough money, and people are willing to do just about anything... Even rig an 'accident'. I just had to have someone cut her break lines and she was gone! And that was all that I cared about. I needed the little maid all alone and desperate. I have to admit, she does have a backbone, and I can't wait to watch it break! I noticed her armor is already cracking, and I can't help the satisfied smirk cross my face. She was crying!

I look at her with a confused expression, "Did you not see a woman attached to his arm at the mall? He even brought her back here! What kind of decent person brings their mistriss home when their wife is still there? Disgusting." Hestia pauses for a moment and then sighs, "I should go and bring back more cookies." I nod and watch as she leaves, hearing the click of the door behind her. I swear I could hear Anthony's laugh downstairs and it drives my heart rate back up. I stand and turn on the tv, turning it up loud enough to drown out any other kind of noise. I take a deep breath and lay down on my bed, looking at the tv but not paying attention to what is on the screen.