Selene Castle Onlyfans Novels & Stories

This had only bound us tighter. Mistress Selene’s first question to me was if I had enjoyed everything. “Yes,” I whispered. “Absolutely.” It was exactly what I had hoped for. And for Liam, it was exactly what he had hoped for too. And for Mistress Selene… it was exactly what she had planned from the start. Because she was always in control. It was, after all, her dungeon. This was her strapon threesome.

Someone has found the seam. I peer across realms, folding perception between fire and time. And there, cutting through the pines in a sleek obsidian car, is the source of the disturbance. Selene. Actress. Witch. A creature of vanity, power, and old grudges. She has no coven, but needs none. Her magic was always self-fed, like a snake swallowing its own tail.

The news of Selene’s appointment did not just travel through the business districts, it tore through the private living rooms of those who hated her like a physical blow. At the small apartment where Selene’s stepmother, Serah, lived with her daughter Anna and Anna’s boyfriend Liam, the atmosphere was thick with shock. The television was blaring, and the local news anchor was repeating the figure over and over again... 200 billion dollars.

Selene placed a hand on her belly. "She agrees with me," she said. "She has no idea what we're talking about," he countered. "She agrees with me anyway," Selene insisted. "She's a Castellano Pierce. It's in the nature."

He wouldn’t miss the sight of a woman who got totally wasted in bed. “I’m not interested in what the netizens think, master Benson. I’m a married woman, and I‘d appreciate it if we kept our relationship strictly professional. Please, I can’t give my husband the wrong idea because of netizens, can I?” Selene’s words awed him into silence, and before he could react, she was already at the door, “Tsk! Indeed! And I am the highest paid actor in the whole of Bloomsbay. Tsk!”

"Yes! It was tiny, Selene. His stones looked like shriveled raisins." "Ugh, the mental image is vile." She digs her communication crystal out of her apron pocket, tapping the glowing glass to unlock it. "Did you see this open call casting?" I lean over her shoulder, sniffing the air to make sure the floor manager isn't lurking nearby, and speed-read the glowing text on the crystal screen. Selene keeps her ears to the ground for any entertainment news or high-profile pack gossip. She even runs an underground crystal-feed siren account, hoping to break into real investigative journalism one day. If anyone is pulling strings in this city, she knows about it.

“We have other customers. Let's get to work already.” “True.” Selene swayed her lips left and right as she walked to stand under the red light. She signaled her friend who was with her to get her the skin care products as she set her pose. Her friend quickly walked over to pick up the skincare products and handed them over to her. A body cream, a face wash, and a face cream. This would help promote her business. Marcel would be the first person to see this. After taking the pictures, she was going to send them to Marcel. He should be the first person to see the hot her.

Selene called out, but the elevator doors slammed shut before her scent could even reach him. The moment the indicator light showed he had cleared the upper pavilion, the soft, supportive look on Selene's face vanished, replaced by a vicious, triumphant smirk as she tossed the cracked pad into the waste bin. She pulled her burner phone from her pocket, dialing the captain of her private enforcement squad. "Is the media leak finalized?" she demanded, her voice dropping into a low, venomous hiss.

“Hello?” “Well, if it isn’t the famous Moonsinger herself,” a cold, feminine voice drawled through the speaker. “Though I hear you’re not much of one anymore, are you?” I sat up straighter. “Who is this?” “Oh, how rude of me,” the voice dripped with false sweetness. “This is Selene. You know, Kael’s future mate and the soon-to-be Luna of the Obsidian Throne.” Before I could respond, she continued. “I think it’s time we had a little chat. I’ll text you the address and time. The meeting will be tomorrow.” She paused, then added with mock concern, “Do try to be punctual, dear. I so hate waiting.”

She was the one rewriting the rules, and Killian held the pen. Selene sat at the edge of the chaise lounge, one leg crossed over the other, her fingers lazily swirling the red wine in her glass. Her eyes weren’t on the TV, though it played in the background. Her gaze was glued to the phone in her hand, scrolling slowly through image after image. Killian Black. His name was everywhere. And beside him in almost every picture, the same woman. Face blurred out, of course, but Selene wasn’t stupid. That woman might be a random fling Or a paid model, but she had presence. She held his attention.