Monster High Cleo Sister Novels & Stories

I should have looked around; the only thing standing between me and the gorgeous blonde across was one of my sisters— Correct that, it was Cleo Katrera. Every year at the event, she showed up looking beautiful, as if she never went past nineteen. Cleo was tall, slim, with wavy dark hair and green eyes that could enchant a man, not me though, at least not anymore. "Hey," her voice came out soft. "Hey," I tucked my hands into my pockets, pressing my lips into a thin line. "It's been a while." "We see each other every year, Cleo," I told her.

His eyes moved toward the wardrobe. "Behind the false panel." Celeste crossed the room. She searched the wardrobe until her fingers found a hidden latch. A section of wood clicked. A small compartment opened. Inside was a black metal box. Her hands trembled as she pulled it out. There was no key. Only a fingerprint scanner. Celeste stared at it. Her father whispered: "Your mother said only you could open it." Celeste placed her finger against the scanner. A soft beep sounded. The box unlocked.

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

Also, send my love to your brother, I say in my mind before I cut the call. I call Cleo. In just five seconds—because I counted—she picks up. "Are you still on for Sasha's?" "Definitely!" Her bright and electric voice blooms through the phone. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. I've always heard about Sasha's parties—her girls, the whole thing—but I've always wanted to know what goes on. Rich girl shit." "You are also a rich girl, Cleo," I remind her. She laughs loud and unapologetic. "But I don't have friends. Or money like Sasha Mackline. I'm curious. So..." Her voice dips. " How are we doing the whole arrangement? I'm already dressed."

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.

Clea must be proud of you, Jha. "Where's your sister then?" I asked, thinking that Clea must have left a clue before she left. She shook het head. "I don't know. She's hiding from the monsters," She then gestured me to stay silent. "Be quiet about that, the monster's goons might hear you." Monsters? Goons? She must be talking about her fucking father. I unconsciously clenched my fist while looking at the visible fear and pain in her eyes. "He might-" Her forehead creased. "Why am I even talking to you? My sister told me not to share too much information to strangers. And my husband might be mad. Do you know that he's a great man even if he's kind of an asshole sometimes?"

"Me. When was the last time you spent money on your sister?" We both laughed while Cleo was walking towards us. "What's so funny?" "Nothing. Are you ready to go?" I asked her. She's dolled up but Cleo is wearing heels. I don't understand how she can walk around the mall for hours with stilettos. I struggle with two-inch heels. "Yup!" she answered. She looked at her brother drinking his beer. "Why are you here?\Corbin smirked. "Aren't I Mama's only child?"

Witches were powerful I’d give them that, but not even they had the power needed to resurrect corpse that had spent the better part of a year decomposing. As hard for me and my family the death of my mother is, I couldn’t ignore how hard this also was for Cleo. Her and her sister had both been welcomed into not only my home but my family. Everything seemed like it was going on track. I had my mate; we were going to have a pup of our own and then disaster struck. The biggest hit being that it was Cleo’s sister that delivered the final blow robbing my mother and the packs past Luna of her life.

MARCO MARTINS “My dad worked for Emiliana’s family. That’s how they met,” Cleo said as I brushed my lips against her earlobe. Her hands slid to my back, and she squeezed, pulling me closer to her. “Like how you work for me?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. My teeth grazed her ear, biting softly before I gripped the back of her neck with a gentle but firm hold. Cleo and Isa were half-sisters, and for now, that would do.

The screamer was staring at me wide eyed and her mouth gaping. "She picked my outfit!" She yelled excitedly doing a little happy dance. Her sister rolled her eyes. She stretched her hands out towards me. "I'm Cleo," the twin with the long hair introduced, her voice was loud and perky yet calm and collective. She reminded me of a blonde Hermione Granger. "This idiot is Chloe," she said pointing to the screamer with pigtails. Chloe inhaled deeply. "I'm sorry for scaring you yesterday. Well you did scare me first, so we're even," she said with a bright smile.