Countess Cleo Novels & Stories

With the kind of influence and power he had in Leo’s high school, there was no way Leo would get expelled if Henry pulled a few strings. Zoe was standing in front of her mirror with the dress Henry got her glued to her body. It looked like it was made just for her. Zoe’s hair flowed to her shoulders and glistened with all that hair spray. Her face was adorned with light make up. Heavy make up had never looked good on her. When she stepped out into the living room, Emily and Leo’s eyes widened at her appearance. "You look absolutely stunning," Emily gushed. "I knew this would look perfect on you. Henry would not be able to keep it in his pants if he sees you tonight." An eyebrow wiggle from E

A soft humming can be heard vaguely from inside, slowly but surely growing closer. The world seems to freeze for a second as I lay my eyes on her. Her 5’7 frame appears from the doorway carrying a laundry basket full of clothes and she ends up using her voluptuous hips to open the door wider for her to pass through. Her chocolate brown hair is tumbling down in loose, wild curls to the end of her back where her perfectly round ass takes over. The green in her hazel eyes seem to sparkle as she’s humming some song happily to herself.

His presence quieted the chaos. “Eyes forward,” he murmured, low enough for her alone. “Don’t fuel them.” “I intend to,” she returned, chin high. “You mean to or not to?” “To own the storm,” she corrected, allowing herself a slight smile. His lips curved…faint, approving. “Then walk in, your grace.” Inside the gala hall, crystal light cascaded from chandeliers onto rows of financiers pretending righteousness. Champagne shimmered, gossip sharpened, and the orchestra’s strings sang like nerves. Evelyn walked the perimeter alone; even then, eyes followed, dissecting.

Because that was the part I couldn’t explain away. Something had shifted. Freya had appeared quietly, almost invisibly, and yet meetings were falling apart, tempers were flaring, alliances were cracking. Our mother—strong, composed, and unshakeable—had chosen silence over confrontation. Sage, the most levelheaded among us, had walked out without looking back. And now Clio was standing in front of me, trembling with frustration, convinced the world was gaslighting her. “Everyone thinks I’m crazy,” Clio continued, her voice shaking now. “They think I’m imagining things. But I know what I feel. That girl brings chaos with her, Rowan. You should all open your eyes.”

She crossed her arms over her chest haughtily - the pride in her eyes imminent. The grin that was once on my face faded away, my lips twitched - yet i remained unfazed. I stood there, closely exchanging air with the wretch I'd sworn to ruin. "You know that I'm the one who trashed up a multi million dollar dress..........?. Don't kid me, Selene!. Even if you present an entire ocean of evidence, it wouldn't do scrap to me - rather, I'll come out of it unscathed." - Her pretty face contorted into a very sinister grin.

“And I don’t carry my title as of this moment so please, you don’t have to be formal to me. I am just Clea Mair, a simple employee of JFCC, and Mister Henan’s date for tonight.” They didn’t respond. They just stared at me but after a while, they smiled again. But this time, it has the same warmth and genuineness that they gave to Andrel earlier. “It is nice to finally meet you, Clea Mair.” Marchioness Reeves wrapped her arms around mine. “Rajiv and Leon have already informed us about you. And to be honest, I am glad that you are not like your sister, Miracle, who was always nervous about this event.”

They know who the chosen one is. _____________ Lady Celine Coleman. There is no surprise, shock or shock in it. The other girls, as heartbroken as they are, just sit back again and shrug. Everyone already knew. With fluid, cool elegance, Celine rises. She barely looks at Cameron. Instead, she turns her face back to gloat over defeated competitors. She revels in her moment of glory. A smile haunts her face when her eyes fall on me. I don't miss the fierce gleam of her teeth. When she looks forward again, Cameron repeats his brother's proposal.

Guided by instincts, I pushed myself to stand up on my numb legs and almost fell down, before grabbing the bars to balance myself on my feet. The first thing I noticed was the cage I was locked inside. It was sparkling Golden which looked pretty much like real Gold. My light brown orbs moved to the place in front of me. I could see silhouttes of people. A lot of people. Sitting like a huge audience. A crowd. But I was not able to see their faces. I was at a disadvantage, because I was in the spotlight, yet they all were hidden in the dark. “ We have named her kitten. She is a virgin and she is willingly selling herself off for one night. Completely at your service. ” Hearing the words of the

She added in a whisper as we both heard incoming footsteps. “Ladies, I’m back!” Cleo called, walking into the room looking like a real-life gothic barbie doll. She was wearing a black bodycon dress with thick tank top straps and a slit that went up to her thigh. She had classy-looking black heels on and when she turned to pour herself another glass of wine on the deck before coming back in to see us, I could see they had red bottoms. I remembered Victor throwing a fit about Amelia buying a pair of these shoes, I knew they were high quality and expensive. Yet somehow on Cleo, the shoes didn’t make her look spoiled or entitled the way they did Amelia. She looked statuesque and sophisticated, t

It seemed Leo had fans, the work her co-workers were giggling as Clementina explained exactly what would be happening "So for the fashion show…there's going to be so many activities…I had a chance to invite the city's very best and well-known people," Clementina said smiling. "Will Mr Victor Ellison come…he's very famous," Clara said, Cassy shifted her gaze to Clara. She was the head of the team. A beautiful 25-year-old. Beautiful blonde hair and the body of a model. Cassy knew Clara was likely to be the next big thing