Principal Celestia Angry Novels & Stories

Celeste adjusted the cuffs of her pristine white blazer as she stood at the head of the conference table, a poised figure of authority and ambition. The fallout from the scandal was still rippling through the industry, but instead of retreating, she was ready to strike back harder than ever. Across from her, a group of investors and executives sat, waiting for her to speak. They had seen the headlines, the betrayal by Marlon Chase, the destruction of Lillian Mercer’s reputation. Some had doubted whether Celeste Laurent would survive the storm, but today, she was about to prove why she wasn’t just surviving—she was about to dominate.

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.

Celeste’s voice carried sharp urgency, worry lacing every word. ** “I can’t stay here,” Celeste’s voice cut through the silence, sharp though trembling beneath the weight of anger. “I need to get back to the city. You need to come with me, Father. You need to stand before them and explain what you’ve done. You sent rogues after me, after girls like me. People are dead because of it. You don’t get to hide behind the WinterMoon name and pretend it didn’t happen. They deserve answers. You’re their leader. That means facing what you’ve caused.”

Every instinct in me screams to demand answers, to force her to tell me everything. But I won’t give her that satisfaction. Instead, I meet her gaze with unwavering determination. “If you think you can scare me, you’re mistaken. Since you already know, I’m Celeste not Clara so petty taunts won’t scare me one bit.” Angela simply chuckles, reaching for her wine glass again. “Oh, Celeste,” she murmurs, taking a slow sip. “I’m not trying to scare you.” She tilts her head. “I’m merely giving you a warning.”

Celeste stopped talking when the man pointed a gun at her. "Don't fool us because we've known for a long time who Maximus' girlfriend is. You're Mr. Logan Marquez's daughter, the CEO of Celestial Elegance and Maximus' girlfriend." "Wrong!" Celeste immediately replied. Her head was aching because why was she involved in Hannah's mess? "I just came back from France, I'm just a designer for Celestial Elegance and I'm definitely not Maximus' girlfriend because the CEO of Celestial Elegance and Maximus' girlfriend you're referring to is Hannah, the woman who looks like me, my sister! I'm not Hannah, I'm Celeste Marquez!" she said angrily to the man.

His presence is very powerful and is enough to choke us without him doing anything. “I will never kneel before you. Celestial Magic: Desired Justice!” Acanta shouted, and then casted a spell. In an instant, the overwhelming pressure was gone all over the place. Our bodies returned to normal and the severe pain that had been plaguing me lately was gone. I couldn’t help but marvel at Acanta. She is the Libra among us, Celestial Twelve. “Back off, everyone. This is my fight!” she told us, courageously facing the enemy.

Chapter 85 XENOIS "I know, I know," Celeste sobbed. "I'm sorry, I forgot, I was just so angry that she—" "I don't care if you were angry!" Another crash as I swept a set of dishes off the counter. "You don't get to be angry! You don't get to make scenes! You don't get to cost me business deals because you couldn't control yourself!" "Please," Celeste begged, and the desperation in her voice was like a knife to my chest. "Please, I'll fix it. I'll apologize to her. I'll do whatever you want, just please—"

Ready. Ares’s lips pulled back slightly. “You.” Celeste met his gaze. “Me.” He stepped forward. The beach groaned under the pressure. The ocean pulled further back. The system flashed warnings that she dismissed without reading. “You killed my son,” Ares said. Celeste didn’t flinch. “He chose his end.” The air snapped. Ares’s fury spiked, and her HUD registered it in real time: > **ANGER LEVEL: ESCALATING** > **COMBAT INITIATION RISK: HIGH**

Melite sighed. “He’s a bastard. Making you stay here, forcing our people to select fourteen of us to be sent to our deaths. He’s the one that deserves death.” Europa snorted. I sighed. “Don’t let him upset you. He’s not worth your thoughts, your time, your emotions, or the headspace he takes up when you allow yourself to be angry.” I told them. “So let go of your anger and rest. You are safe here, and I will heal.” I sighed.