Edgar X Colette Novels & Stories

Inside the ward, Colette looked at the unconscious Ginny lying on the bed. It was as if Colette could see the five-percent share of Harper Corporation and all that belonged to the Warde family reflected in Ginny's silhouette. If all those things became Colette's, would she still have to submit to Yvette and Nicole? She wouldn't marry Zachary even if he begged her. A wicked smile appeared on Colette's face as she thought of Yvette. She called Yvette.

How had I lived for 7 years without this? He jumped in the shower while I picked at the breakfast offerings, my friend Colette who worked in PR for my publisher called. Colette had settled in Sandy Ridge with her first husband but was from Brooklyn and worked remotely for the company who were based in NYC. She got me the contacts for the publishing deal and had been managing my tour. “Hey just making sure you’re up and ready to go for the train.” she chirped, she was always bouncy and positive and worked hard keeping me on track.

“There was this woman—she looked exactly like you. I thought it was you at first. Honestly, if you weren’t standing in front of me right now, I’d still think it was you. But her mannerisms… her tone… it wasn’t you.” Cold dread shot through me. “W-What did you just say?” “I mean it, Eloise. Someone’s copying you. She came to the office, stirred up trouble, demanded your salary. She changed things, fought with your colleagues… she even claimed authority over your projects.” My fists clenched. “Was she blonde?” Colette nodded furiously. “Yes. Short hair. I thought you’d just changed your style, so I entertained her. But she screamed at me more than once…” Her voice faltered, wounded.

I follow in suit. "Yeah it's gonna be so much fun Colette! We were just about to go to my room." She hesitantly nods her head and we all head upstairs. ▪️ ▪️ ▪️ About an hour has passed since we all went up to my room. We found out a good bit about Colette. She goes to Windsor High School the last of the three high schools were allowed to go to. It's the closet to Sidney Rose. Her mom is the principal at Sidney Rose and that is why she was there the day I met her. She only has two friends named Valentine and Nick. Not one of her friends are 17 yet because they are Sophomores. But her birthday is in a month. She was held back in third grade. She has one older brother named Oliver and one litt

“That would be you then.” We were knee-deep in the last batch of pieces for the Contrast Collection—reversible jackets, functional skirts, utility bags. Colette’s café was already promoting the upcoming showcase. Everything was finally moving forward, and for once, the weight on my chest felt lighter. My phone buzzed against the table. Margaux didn’t even look up. “If that’s Colette asking for another teaser photo, tell her she’s getting nothing until I finish this damn seam.” “It’s not her,” I said, wiping my hands on my apron before checking the screen.

And the car fell silent with each of us lost in our own worlds until we reached the apartment. When I reached the apartment, I was surprised to see a faint light in Colette’s room. It seems like she’s burning the midnight oil for her assignment. The demolition must have really made an impact on her. I gently knocked on the door and slowly entered the room expecting to see Colette typing on her laptop. To my surprise, she’s fallen asleep on her desk with her laptop still buzzing with messages. I was about to close the laptop when I saw her draft reply to someone named ‘ACE’. What caught my attention was the email subject ‘The Negotiator’.

Bibi was the temptation in person, and more than one guard had been lost in her gaze. Without permission or authorization, that guard took the cheekbones of the young woman joining her lips in a salivating kiss that only provoked disgust in Bibi. "Don't belong." Colette wept with anger and gratitude as darkness took over her body. She hated that her parents objected to the fairytale love she had with Donel and forced her best friend, Elliot Craig, to marry her. She hated Elliot's sick jealousy and all the barbarities he had done to her. "Colette, I need you with me, conscious, please. "

“I love you, Collie-flower.” “I love you, Corn-cob.” She grinned and teased. He chuckled at their childhood nicknames. Colleen smiled triumphantly as Cornell headed out to where the valets had parked the cars; his valet was waiting especially for him. * * * Edgar had been dodging Heather for the last hour, especially after Heith had commented that the cake looked like a rip-off from one of Milli’s designs but tasted like cardboard. It irked Edgar that his cousin knew more about his wife... ex-wife than he did. He was drunk, angry, and he was going home. Most of all, he was tired of the constant bickering with Heith; the little digs like barbs reminded Edgar of the time he had been thrown fro

He tried to reason, scrubbing his hands down his face. "Look what Balor did is fucked up, and I don't expect you to go to Gardenia-" "But Lettie does." I cut in. "No, I don't, Paige. " Collette's soft voice cut in, her ability to suppress her wolf scent making it so easy for her to sneak up on us without me realizing. I turned to look at my best friend, her sage green eyes lined with tears as she approached me. Colette shook her head, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.