Countess Cleo Novels & Stories

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

The Countess's Harem Prelude I have been in her care for so many years that I have lost count. She is beautiful, she is demure, she is timeless. She is everything a woman of the classic world should be. And I love her. We all do, in fact. All of us who serve her. We all love her with an unbridled passion that could simply break the universe barriers if it were allowed and capable. Physics and mere scientific law could never break the spell we are under with this gorgeous leader.

I let myself fall into the seat, her strength catching me off guard as I laughed, intrigued by her boldness and curious about what she had in store. I looked up at Cleo, my curiosity piqued. “Okay, what is it?” I asked, a grin spreading across my face. I was eager to hear what she had in store, maybe even a little excited. Cleo leaned forward, bracing herself on the armrests of my chair. Her blouse dipped, revealing a glimpse of purple lace beneath the fabric, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the view. “You can’t love me,” Cleo said, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity.

Looking back at the door then back to her I took her hand and stepped into the portal. Cleo’s POV With everything that had gone on in the last few days it was nice to have an evening to relax. Tonight is Kaylee’s Luna ceremony so everyone was buzzed with excitement. Having not had time to go dress shopping Roman’s mum Athena had some dresses bought up for me. I wasn’t sure she would have anything I liked being as I’m picky as hell, but she certainly surprised me. Spinning in front of the mirror I couldn’t stop the smile that formed. It was perfect. It fit me like a glove. The dress was a simple floor length A-line in a deep emerald green. It hung slightly off the shoulders revealing just the

Cleo had been waiting in the restaurant that he had booked out. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, left unbuttoned and untucked, he poised himself with a sophisticated charm. His sleeves were rolled up, subtly showcasing his high-end watch. With the pair arriving, Cleo got up and led them to their seats like a gentleman. He told the server to bring the food. They chatted while dining. Cleo exchanged pleasantries before talking business. “As far as I’m aware, Adrienne Jones, the movie star, is looking for a costume designer for her new movie.”

There she was. ‎Zoe’s breath caught for a second. She recognized her immediately, the same woman she had once sent someone to quietly investigate. Cleo. Even now, with the music thundering and the lights dimmed, her beauty was undeniable. A beauty that, deep down, Zoe envied. She had always hated how effortless Cleo made it all seem, grace, confidence, allure. And now, here she was, dancing like she owned the floor. Like she owned him. ‎

My little princess gave me a hug and told me; she loved me. When the girls walked in I wasn't aware because the bar was in a part of town where no one knew everyone they also just happened to have open mike night . The table we chose had a view of the whole place and everyone. The menu too was something different and the vibe was chilled . I didn't notice Cleo at first; but I sensed her energy. Alexis; Clara , and Eleanor where the first to walk in and order a meal but there was no sign of Cleo . Ten minutes later Cleo walked in and she looked good . She was wearing a black and white floral dress paired up with a leather jacket leggings and sneaker boots with zips on the side

"Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" A beautiful smile broke across her face. "I'm Cleo Devereux." Her eyes shimmered as her eyes searched his. "You're Caleb Valient, are you not?" Caleb nodded his head while she pushed her strawberry blond waves away from her face and over her shoulder. "You truly do have the most stunning cognac eyes." Startled by the remark, Caleb could only watch Cleo flounce off. His eyes darted to Persephone, who was watching him with an unimpressed look sharpening her features. His eyes narrowed at her expression as she passed by him.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

’ I ask. ‘Yes, they are,’ she replies. ‘Ok, I’ll come down with you, and see what I can do. I didn’t get your name?’ I ask. ‘Oh, sorry. I’m Cleo,’ she says, putting her hand out to shake mine; she is one of the models. ‘This dress is amazing!’ I squeal. ‘Could you slowly turn around for me? I’ll text some photos to Ace, and we can get his approval,’ I say.