Colette Novels & Stories

The cocktail mix of both, felt like the most beautiful scent I'd ever been introduced to. The room was properly furnished with the oddest of bougie furnitures and I knew most of them could make for artifacts in a museum. At the far end of the room, there was a cocktail bar with a glass counter and a show glass with a thick and solid glass frame merged with a wooden platform beneath and below it's pedestals. It housed the finest of wines, the ones I was accustomed with and others which I hadn't been familiar with. It made me wonder if Fabri had become a wine collector. The divinely solid and wooden framed walls were littered orderly with the pictures of some men. I figured that they were hand

I was trying to find a color that stood out not the typical red or black lace lingerie. Every bitch could pull off that type of lingerie but I wanted to try something new, something sexy. "Fuck, what about this?" Isabella stammered, pointing to a fucking stripper bunny costume; it had a black body suit and a matching bowtie collar paired with some lace bunny ears. "Oh shit I need this!" I screamed from excitement, imagining what Alessandro would do if he saw me in this. "Alessandro is gonna be such a happy boy tonight," I whispered just enough for Isabella to hear, and she giggled.

Mason said, when we stopped at the traffic light. "Dead battery."I removed my coat and chucked it onto the back seat. My white blouse was glued to my skin, and very see through. My black bra was clearly visible and I caught him noticing it too. I gave him a look, to let him know that he had been caught. Mason cleared his throat."Well I wouldn't expect anything less from you." "Can we just not talk, please. Thank you."I turned my head and looked out the passengers side window, praying for home already.

Champagne slowly walked into the restaurant, a waitress walked towards her and she gave her best smile. Before Champagne could say anything " This way please " the waitress led her towards a table in the corner, it looked like they had been waiting for her to arrive for a long time. And she didn't mind as long as she didn't have to stand a minute to wait simply because the heels on her feet were starting kill her. Champagne looked around the interior of this French restaurant, the designs seemed ancient but that's all Champagne could guess as she knew nothing about France or it's people.

Sensing the Mistress's change of mood, they decided to shut their mouths and leave the dark room. Only a pair of purple eyes that gleamed in the dark room alerted Azareal of the girl's presence.l “Violet,” Azarael said, crossing three fingers against her lips as though trying to suppress a yawn from her lips, after the urge of yawning passed, she removed her fingers from her lips and continued caressing her snake with soft, long strokes. “You joined Keitan secret killer association two years ago, didn't you?” Violet nodded, her bun dancing up and down on her head.