Colette Novels & Stories

The thin velvet curtains and its glass window frames didn't do much to keep the sunlight from ruining the utter coziness Maria felt, wrapped deep into her blanket. In an instant, she sprung up, 6:40 am, the time said and she could feel all frustration wash over her. She was going to be tardy on her first day!

Chef Smith instructed his assistant. Adam is a newly appointed employee and he is a little timid and shy. No one knows that he is under David's control and mixed poison in that steaming red velvet cake, that was just removed from the oven to kill Thea's baby. Unaware of the poison, the chef prepared the cake to send it to the mansion. David was observing everything through Adams's eyes. Later he released his hold on Adam knowing fully well that, he will not remember what he did. Roland and Emma along with celebrity chef Smith reached the mansion and arranged all the different flavors on a table for taste testing.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

I glanced at the glass wall again; watching the heavy traffic outside the resto. After a minute, the door chime of the restaurant rang. Indicating a person was entering the establishment. I looked through the entrance door and immediately stood up right after I saw Angela. She's wearing a baby blue dress which makes her look like a fine and innocent lady. With her long hair swaying in the air and her dazzling eyes roaming the restaurant; it seemed she was looking for me.

She crept down the hallway quietly, pretending she had urgent medical business with the doctor at midnight. She pushed the door open softly. Alex was not in the front room, but the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Stepping forward, Magda approached the shower enclosed by a thin plastic curtain. Through a narrow gap, she caught sight of Alex’s bare body. His broad shoulders and toned arms appeared mesmerizing in the dim light. And as her eyes descended upon his naked lower half, Magda swallowed hard, the heavy rush of saliva gathering in her mouth. She wet her lips with her tongue... and pulled the curtain open violently with both hands.

But this is not something I ever wanted to do, I want to be in the kitchen, with a chef playing with ingredients and creating something and everyone here can devour each bite forgetting about anything about the food they taste. But look want am I doing I'm Here waiting tables, wearing this ridiculous outfit, I mean look at me, standing here with a shirt that seems so tight that at any moment I walk, the button will go to pop out ripping the shirt off my chest and the skirt it is so short that I don't think I can bend down even if wanted without showing my ass. God, I sighed, with my leg throbbing, if I was complaining before about the clothes, which are not even that bad as the heels, for go

Sure, we can say we wanted to die, but we'll be coward once we are at that point and then ask for another chance to live and promised to change for good. The worst and the most traumatizing incident that happened to me working as a courtesan is the public commotion. Yes, I was slut-shamed. My hair being pulled by the girlfriend of my customer. And they left me in the center of the street, kicking out from their car—the most embarrassing chapter of my life. But you know what? Since that incident, I became wiser and smarter, just like what I am doing now, exiting his bedroom. Mr. Bancroft is damn wealthy. His penthouse says it all: luxurious items and gold-coated silverware. Wearing his design

Colette walked back to her chair, her eyes dark, her lips parted. "Come here," Colette commanded. Claire pushed herself away from the desk, her legs unsteady, and took a tentative step. "No," Colette snapped, her voice cold and absolute. "Kneel and crawl to me." Claire’s eyes widened, but she didn't argue. She dropped to her knees, the cold carpet rough against her skin, and began to crawl across the floor. She crawled like an animal, her head down, her heart racing. When she reached the chair, Colette turned, hiked up her own habit, and spread her legs wide, reveal

Useless, naive. Perfect. When she looks up, recognition flashes in her eyes. “Are you—Vivienne Westwood?” I smile. Ah, so she knows me. “Yes, darling. And you are?” “Colette,” she says, blushing. “I—I work here. I’ve admired your work for so long.” Of course she has. Everyone does. Her awe is almost too easy to exploit. I soften my tone, leaning in like we’re girlfriends sharing secrets. “Tell me, Colette… do you have time for a coffee? I find myself in need of… company.”

He growls, "Andrea belongs here with me." "Why? Because you two are mates?" Christophe laughs, despite the warning snarls from every boy at the table. He doesn't seem to notice, he stands and walks away from the table. He goes to the cabinet in the corner of the dining room and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. "You do realise she's human. Not some werewolf girl who can turn and be with you and run into the night?" He laughs, taking a swing of the bottle. "Enough Christophe," I say, tugging Will's arm. Christophe's sparkling eyes look into mine. He must've guessed about Will and me.