Colette Novels & Stories

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.

How was she meant to move on if Nathan kept dragging her back in? At least this gave her an ounce of power. If they could work out who the mole was, then she had someone over Nathan that she could use to put an end to his games. But the chances were slim. Their mole had done a good a good job of hiding themselves. Camille was aware they could have disappeared already but they had to try. “Some of these photos are awful.” Charlotte muttered. “I am so glad that none of these see the light of day.” “They can’t be that bad.” Camille sighed tiredly.

"Mrs Wilson, I am so glad to see you here..." Cliterella was sitting in her seat in the office when the lady walked in, her appearance all changed. She looked sophisticated. "Cliterella... I came here to thank you... because of you, I am..." she was interrupted by the Cliterella saying, "Oh, it's nothing." Mrs Wilson gave Blair her commission and thanked her. "You know you can always play with my bunnies..." a wide smile on her face.

When Lucy entered, she stopped dead in her tracks. The room had been transformed. Racks of clothes lined the walls, dresses, blouses, pants, jackets, all in various colors and styles. Shoes were arranged on a long table, from elegant heels to practical boots. Jewelry sparkled from velvet-lined cases. And in the middle of it all stood a tall, thin woman with severe black hair and sharp eyes, holding a tablet. "Ah, you must be Lucy." The woman's accent was French, her smile professional. "I am Colette. Mr. Cooper Castellano hired me to update your wardrobe."

News of Belle's successful handling of David Fisher and her generous gesture for the secretarial department quickly reached Colette. The information put Colette in a foul mood. The more popular Belle became, the harder it was for Colette to drive her away from Grayson. Removing Belle from the equation was crucial for Colette's plans. If Belle remained in Grayson's life, Colette couldn't secure the position of Mrs. Page or access the Sanchez family resources to achieve her goals. Her expression remained dark throughout the journey home

In the seven months, she had been in that prison; no one had ever touched her; it was impossible that. Colette opened her eyes enormously as she concluded that the only person with whom she had shared intimacy was her great love Donel Dunn, a mercenary who came unannounced into her life. She immediately cleaned the baby with her worn clothes, looking for some glass to cut the umbilical cord. "Bibi, I need something sharp," she whispered. Tiredness was getting the better of her- Bibi. The mentioned one was still in shock on the dirty floor, looking at the whole scene with her mouth open; she couldn't understand how a living being had come out of her friend's bo

“For once, listen to him.” “Both of you are very committed to ruining my independence.” “We’re committed to keeping you alive long enough to be annoyed about it,” Gabriel said. Colette slipped through the opening first with a small lamp in hand. “I am sixty-three,” she called back into the passage. “If I can manage, none of you have an excuse.” Gabriel let out a quiet breath through his nose and went after her. I followed before either man could stop me, and Renaud came last because even wounded, pride would not let him be left outside a locked family ruin.

More than that, the thing that made them shine were the whites, and there was no blemish, no redness, nothing. Just clean, clear whites, like a baby's. I could get lost in them, or maybe not. She flicked her eyes my way and back down again, hunching her shoulders even more. "What do you have to say for yourself, Sloane?" "Uhm..." She bit her lip and hung her head. "Sorry?" "Why do you phrase every thing like question?" "I didn't know I was doing that si ... I mean, Colton." "You want to tell me what went on with you and Grimaldi?"

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.