Countess Cleo Novels & Stories

She had already stepped out of her heels and resisted the urge to turn around and kiss Angelo. "There we go all covered up. Do you want a sweet? I find that sweets make any pain go away, especially chocolate. " Cleo couldn't help but chuckle. Turning around and sitting still on the marble counter to watch Angelo clean up and put away the med box ,she couldn't help but notice a small tooth brush in a blue cup. "So how old is your son?" "I didn't tell you about my son. Who do you work for?"

Today I had time to myself,not even Jeremy would bother talking down at me. Standing infront of my mirror I was pleased with the person looking back at me.No,not the broken or quiet Marie,but Isabella Rosa Morrone.I admired the outfit,a black mid thigh coat-dress with pleats on the left side and long sleeved.I am glad to be back.All I had to do was bring back my ambitious side and fix the crown.Picking my leather Estelle Couture brand bag,I walk out to the garage.I used to go with a small car coz of my disguise but today it was different.I smiled at myself as I looked at my Mercedes-AMG G63.

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.

"I'm just following your orders, Sir." That's what Cleo always says whenever Cole gives her a command—her boss with the perfect face and a body that could make any woman's panties drop. As the new maid at the Salvatore mansion, she thought her job would only involve cleaning, cooking, and taking care of the dog. She never expected that bedding her master was part of the job description. Cole Salvatore has two sides: the perfectionist CEO always featured in the business section of the newspapers, and the man with needs that no board meeting could ever satisfy. And Cleo? She became the solution. By day, the orders never stop. By night, the moans and gasps never end. But behind thes

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.

Cleo exchanged pleasantries with a blonde woman in a sea-blue gown. I didn’t know who any of them were, but I was relieved to see familiar faces. Hell, I was even glad to see Marco. As soon as Cleo and Marco turned to us, a smile broke out on my face. I hugged Cleo first. “Love the flower details,” Cleo said, wrapping her arms around me. I took a moment to admire her gown. She looked stunning. Her headpiece was a bold statement—a veil, black, elegant, and designed with a structured bow. The rest of her dress was a long, form-fitting metallic silver that shimmered under the lights.

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

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

She hadn't seen the beautiful lady when she had gone to the bathroom or even when she spotted both Derrick and Caleb conversing as she escaped from the ladies room. Persephone's clothes and hair were less than perfect in comparison to her usual appearance of refined beauty. Where or rather who had she been with? "He's a classic debonair and gorgeous creature," Cleo gushed, watching Derrick and Persephone. "He's frustrating, challenging, and an obvious womanizer, but he's worth the challenge to tame, isn't he?"