Countess Cleo Novels & Stories

"Alex said it was a team effort from the brand. He just wanted me to go on stage to get some practice presenting in public. He said he wants me to be confident and poised for my own debut, as if I've rehearsed it a thousand times." I finally looked up, my gaze like a scalpel, dissecting her. The girl was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, skin as pale as cream. The way her eyes moved when she talked could make any man want to protect her. But underneath those seemingly innocent eyes, I saw shrewd calculation and a pride she couldn't hide. "Victoria, how old are you?" "Twenty-three." "Then you should know what honesty is." Her smile froze. "I... I don't understand what you mean."

he chuckles " You catch on fast." We take the elevator up to the penthouse. The first thing I notice is to the left I see a girl with long wavy black hair and slightly tanned skin sitting eating what looks like a fruit salad then another older lady dressed in a uniform which tells me she is the housekeeper, approaches us. "Mr Bradley.You're back earlier than usual."she says "Yes this is Cher. We have a situation that needs to be taken care of." he says " Where is my sister?" "I'm here." I hear a womans voice and when I look I see the most gorgeous woman coming down the stairs. She's tall with long scarlet red hair and fair skin. In some way she looks just like him.

I trailed her closely, watching as she entered a private club. I tried to follow, but the security guard stopped me, asking for a membership card. With no way in, I had no choice but to linger nearby. I waited until Talitha exited the club. Not long after, Celia appeared. She was wearing black sunglasses and a white suit, looking professional. I was tempted by her appearance. She was on the phone, and after hanging up, she seemed to hesitate before making another call and walking in my direction. I quickly turned my head away.

Her hair, glossy, shiny, and full, was styled in soft, flowing waves that framed her face, and her makeup was flawless, with a subtle smoky eye and a bold red lip. A beauty queen indeed. Her face couldn't hide her excitement as she approached Bruno, her eyes fixed on his, seductive and enchanting. Mrs. Cruz walked behind her. Once they were in front of Bruno, Mrs. Lola Cruz smiled and spoke first. "Bruno, I want you to meet my niece, Elena,the one I told you about" she said warmly. "Elena is your biggest fan. She recently won the Miss World contest." Bruno extended his hand politely.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

He started the car after sitting down and drove to their destination. They entered a boutique that looked very high-end with their hands intertwined together. The other customers that were present all looked at them in awe. They instantly recognized Damian but wondered who the girl beside him was. A woman who looked very elegant walked toward them with a professional smile on her face. "We've been expecting you, Mr. and Mrs. Castillo," The lady said politely, trying not to provoke the most powerful man in the business world. "Oh no, we're not marr-" Amelia was cut off by Damian.

That evening, I received the help of two Fae women. Kara and Nova. Kara was the same height as I was and a noble and Nova was smaller than us but also a noble of the court. Kara was unique and Nova was spirited. Both had blond hair and blue eyes and I found out that they were sisters. They were ready for the party already and I needed a lot of help, because I have never worn a dress before. I stood ready an hour later in my emerald green dress, heels, necklace, and earrings from my brother and the crown my father had given me this morning. Nova did my make-up lightly and Kara spritzed a light perfume onto me. I smelled like roses.

In a moment when the world felt like it had stopped spinning--as time had ceased to exist, Abigail froze in her spot. Abigail gazed at the woman whose big, green eyes watched her with nothing but mere curiosity. The vivid memory of the woman on Theodore’s phone resurfaced in Abigail’s mind. Cleo was even more perfect in real life. Her brown hair fell to her waist in luscious curls. Of course, she wore extensions, but that didn’t take away from her natural beauty that Abigail was sure sat beneath all her makeup.

Cleo stood up. The scrape of her heavy leather chair against the floor was loud, silencing both of us instantly. Cleo smoothed down the vibrant pink leopard print of her dress. Even though she was nearly a foot shorter than Laila, the sheer, authoritative presence she commanded in her strappy heels made her look like a towering giant.

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