Colette Novels & Stories

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

She laced her hand with mine. We were inside the make up salon. It was a small saloon that had beautiful decorations. The walls were painted black and pink which suited the place. The interior had some fancy equipment- some paintings were hung on the walls and metal chairs that had round bottoms. The place had more people than I thought there would be. The paintings were catching Valentina's attention because she was caressing them. "Hello, Sir." A lady with a clipboard on her hand stood in front of me. "Hello, Madam." She turned to Valentina.

Miserable prick. "Okay, but promise me you will link me right away if anything changes and have Paige do it too. I want to know what's happening at all times, Zane." Colette ordered as we pulled up into the garage of the packhouse. I killed the engine, turning to face her again. She was a vision in her dark denim shorts and band tee she had turned into a crop top. Her hair platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Necklaces decorated her neck.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

When I was done brushing and taking my bath, I changed into a pair of black leggings and a light blue sweater when I noticed the weather was a bit chilly. I packed my curls in a bun and left my room, nearly bumping into Anya. "Oh, dearie! I was just about to come and wake you up for breakfast!" she exclaimed with a cherry tone. "Good morning, Anya," I greeted the woman. "Good morning to you too. Follow me. I'm sure you must be starving," she said and turned to leave. "You have no idea," I mumbled and followed after her. "You haven't told me your name yet," she said to me. "Oh, I apologize. I'm Rosaline, but people call me Rose," I told her. she turned around to look at me and I felt a little

Jewels were attached and I had keep my hands steady so they didn't end up falling off. The stylist arrived and this woman went straight to work. No greetings, there wasn't a single 'hi' I heard from her. She just placed a book on my thighs and told me to pick whichever one I wanted. I went through it and saw the length of my hair wasn't enough to do most of them and I didn't want any type of extensions so I just told her to do whatever was okay for my type of hair. She then said something in French in didn't understand and I just nodded in response.

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

And those hands. I look down at my hands, short nails because I bite them when I'm anxious, cuticles I never bother with, knuckles dry from the weather and cheap soap. ‘Walk away from Albert Rossi before he destroys you.’ I curl my fingers in. "The body is strong," Colette announces. "We enhance. We do not reconstruct." She meets my eyes in the mirror. "You may dress." When I return, fabric swatches cover a long table. She holds shades against my skin and discards without softening her conclusions.

"Bonjour, you must be Miss Daniels. I have to say, you're a bit late, ma chérie." "You don't have to keep apologizing! It's okay, I know you're just getting acquainted with everything and it can be a lot, especially for someone with minimal knowledge of the city." Nancy reassured, her soft french accent leaving me feeling a little more at ease. Nancy Moreau was the assistant to the head director here at Musée de l'Érotisme. She was the one that emailed me about my acceptance for the internship. Standing in front of me was a put-together woman. She was tall, fit, her complexion was spotless, as well as being gifted with a symmetrical face, her hair perfectly placed in loose curls, and she sme