Countess Cleo Novels & Stories

This pack was going to be bigger and better going forward. With my mate, and my closest friends by my side, and my family behind me, I knew we would be just fine. I smiled as Cleo stepped from the ensuite, dressed in a cute little black sundress, and stacked black sandals. Her long blonde hair piled up in a messy bun on top of her head, with a few loose curls hanging around her face. She looked stunning. Though, in my mind, she always did. My mate gave me a warm smile. “So, Alpha Landon, are we ready to go do this?” she asked, giving me a wink. I simply responded by offering her my hand. With her by side, I was ready for anything.

The older woman beamed, proudly reviewing her creation that looked stunning on Alexandra, hugging her perfect hourglass figure. Alexandra had heard of this woman. Elena Di Vinci. The owner of Da Vi Ci boutiques! "I had tried all of your latest collections and all of them are masterpieces and this particular one is my favorite," Alexandra answered immediately, she doubted if she had spoken too fastly because her heart thudded so fast she was almost out of breath. "Red suits you the best, My Lady," Elena remarked. 'Red suites you the best, My rose.' The devil dwelling in her head whispered, and she involuntarily shuddered.

” He said poking my head. I cross my arms and huff. It was worth a shot. Dammit i should’ve thought of something more better but no Ms. Clumsy can’t control her stupid mouth, remember. Once we entered the salon. Dalon introduced me to a beautiful middle aged woman. She came and hugged him “Dalon i missed you! ” she says sounding really excited. Once she let go she looked at him and said”wow! Dalon you have grown into a good looking man.” He grinned and said “Why thank you aunt Cary.” what a show off.. I’m like invisible here. Don’t they notice me. I clear my throat. Their eyes instantly snap towards me. Finally.

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”

Cleo said to the picture and kissed it. She put the picture on the nightstand and picked up the leather costume from the bed. She unfolded it and it turned out to be a spandex jumpsuit. She placed it on the bed and smiled at it. She placed the axe beside it as well. “I guess I'll be needing you soon,” She said to the items.

For the briefest moment... Vanessa Hale’s flawless smile faltered. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, replaced instantly by the poised, professional expression expected of an executive secretary. She extended her hand gracefully. "Mrs. Blackwood, it's an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." Celeste looked down at the outstretched hand. This was the woman. The anonymous sender. The woman who had worn the "FOREVER CELESTE" necklace before it had found its way into the velvet box Adrian had so proudly presented to his wife.

Chapter 3 Cleo had helped her dress in an emerald green dress that displayed an alarming amount of cleavage. It was a beautiful gown, as was the white silk slip she wore underneath. She hadn’t protested when Cleo gave her sexy lace underwear to put on before the slip and had managed not to ask about a bra, figuring she wouldn’t be wearing any of the clothes long enough to need one.

*** Outside, the night air wrapped around me like a whisper. The limo waiting by the entrance gleamed under the moonlight, sleek and black enough to look like it had been designed to drive straight into that he'll Damiano spoke of. At least he had succeeded in scaring the shit out of me. It was like he derived pleasure from doing exactly that. And next to it stood Cleo. Cleo’s dress was pure power wrapped in silk. Emerald green, sleek and sharp. It clung to her like it had been poured onto her skin. A high slit, and the low back revealed more than modesty allowed. The gold chain at her collarbone caught the light delicately and dangerously, like her.

"I'm so sorry darling, this woman's an old troll but she's head of the women's golfing committee so be polite, please." Mary's eyes flicker over me openly, her lip curling as though I'm something distasteful. I can't figure out what she's seeing, I'm dressed the part, my tattoos are completely covered, I've got the swanky car, yet still she can somehow sense I'm not one of them and I feel my self confidence slipping. "Mrs Williams, how lovely to see you again?" Cleo steps forward, slipping her hand into mine and giving it a squeeze.

She was sitting on the luxurious divan in the bathroom outside and had just finished touching up her lipstick. - Looks like it. - I took the costume out of the bag again to finally put it on. - I liked being a pink bunny. - Isadora, a haughty blonde with green eyes, said as she looked at herself in the mirror. - I'm sure I look like Anna Faris from the movie.