Simone Elise Colt Novels & Stories

Lana, the woman I presumed to be quite attractive, returned the smile, and her crooked teeth added a distinctive touch to her appearance. “Hello, Ms Quinitin, I’ll be your wedding planner and this is Elena Colton, your wedding dress designer.” Dante gave a curt nod before leaving us ladies alone. “You’ve a great physique, which is great,” the taller, dark-haired woman who introduced herself as Elena said. “We have a gorgeous Alberta Ferretti that will fit you with minimal alterations. Do you want to see the picture?” There was a slight hint of accent in her voice.

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ For a long second, I froze and so did Damon. I never thought a day would come when anyone would see me having sex, especially when I was tied up. Damon and I were fully naked so there was no doubt the visitor had seen everything already. I was scared to turn around and see who it was because it was obvious the person was close to Damon if he had the keycard to the private elevator. I didn’t even have it. Gathering enough courage, I turned my head so I could see who was at the elevator but the man had turned away already. His shoulders looked broad and he looked just as tall as Damon. I bet he was handsome too because almost everyone around Damon was beautiful and handso

I shook my head and turned away, avoiding his pleading gaze. I noticed his face fell, he was silent. I felt bad, he has been nice to me and I rejected his first request. I sighed. "Why not go with Rita, you think I don't know you've been stealing glances at her whenever we are together", I smirked raising an eyebrow looking at him. "What? Me?" Delvin scoffed, faking a surprise yet blushing. "Yes you, Mr silent crusher", I laughed teasing him. "I don't know what you're talking about kelsi' he looked away avoiding my gaze this time around.

Turning back to Elise, he added, “Let me show you that painting I was speaking to you about earlier.” She smiled, made her excuses to the senator, and took his arm. When they were out of earshot, she said, “Do I know you?” “No, but you will.” “Aren’t you a slick one?” Elise sipped her champagne, her red lipstick making a print on the rim of the glass. With her honey-blond hair in loose ringlets down her back, her dress simple and black but with an open back, she looked like a siren. She practically dripped with diamonds, and with every movement, she sparkled.

‘What? “Miss Simmons?” Sotiria felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. The satisfied smile on her face immediately froze like ice. “The Miss Simmons you just mentioned… What’s her name?” The makeup artist did not notice the change in Sotiria’s expression. She continued mumbling to herself and said, “Miss Simmons’s full name is Charlotte Simmons! I’m not boasting, Miss Green. I really did her makeup before. I’ve been a makeup artist for Miss Larson too. Objectively speaking, now that we’re talking about Miss Simmons, her looks were a whole level above Miss Larson’s. It’s no wonder she was the most wanted socialite at the time. Alas, beautiful women are often plagued by misfortune. Sigh

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

Ian gestured to her to sit on the couch. Ma’am Elise couldn't stop looking around, taking in the beauty of the office until her gaze fell on the glassy object on the desk. "IAN BRYANT, CEO OF LINT CORP” She gasped in shock and surprise as she look back at Ian who was now standing up from behind the huge desk.

“Hey, there’s this chick who was watching you perform.” “What is your name?” Catherine asked anxiously. “Brittany,” the girl confidently answered. Anita looked at her daughter with her eyebrows nearly reaching her hairline. From here, Catherine knew that Anita liked her vibe already, but for some reasons, Catherine wants to stop her mother from thinking this way. The final audition is the day after that, anyway. There’s plenty more waiting to be discovered. Including her ballerina.

everything. “Simone…….”

Eliza laughs, and nods. “Fair enough. I’m also straight, and taken.” She jerks a thumb over her shoulder to Simon who waves but doesn’t look up from his laptop. He pulls out a small box and turns it on, then continues typing for a bit. “Okay then. Shall we?” Celine nods, and shifts her staff to her side, and takes a defensive stance. George turns to watch,