Colette Novels & Stories

"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

*Elena stepped into the corner office, her heart hammering against her ribs. The room was all sharp lines and power—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bustling city, sleek modern furniture, and the faint scent of expensive leather and coffee. Behind the massive oak desk sat Adrian Moretti. He didn’t look up immediately, his dark head bent over a tablet, fingers scrolling with precise impatience. Even seated, his presence commanded the space: broad shoulders in a tailored charcoal suit, sharp jawline, and an aura of cold authority that made the air feel thinner.

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

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

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.