Countess Cleo Novels & Stories

"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.

Eva scolded. “Just work stuff,” Justine replied immediately. “Why?” “What do you think of this?” Eva twirled slowly in her new reception gown. “So beautiful, darling. You look incredibly sexy in that,” Justine said, winking. Eva smiled with overflowing joy. The gown was truly her dream dress, made of tens of thousands of tiny diamonds, costing up to 160 billion. She could already imagine the media frenzy. Soon, she would officially become Mrs. Justine Kennedy. The man’s wealth wouldn’t run out even in seven generations. Eva had already sworn she would continue modeling—purely for popularity.

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.”

- I patted her hands, flashing a pretentious smile towards the unnoticing reporters. Irina, stunned by my swift change in mood, gritted her teeth while holding up her pretentious smile. She knew that the jig was up, she chuckled drily - her eyes evasive. "Since we've met here, why don't we go on a shopping date together?. Miss Selene only picked a Chess piece, your tastes have changed overnight and i would love to know why." - She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public.

“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