Simone Elise Colt Novels & Stories

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

As if hearing was not enough, I decided to peep through the small space between the door, and my eyes went wide. April is kneeling before Maximo, and she is stark naked. “Just give me this one time, and I will never bother you again. Make me feel like a woman.” She pleads some more, Maximo slowly lifts his gaze, and I lean away from the door, pressing my head against the wall. “I can’t give you what you want, April. You are not my mate.” “Then who is your mate? Is it that bitch Samantha?” “That information is classified,” She laughs like a maniac, “It is her, isn’t it? Is that why you keep her around?”

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Oh, who am I kidding, he usually does get his way. I look down and see Cayden’s gorgeous blue eyes looking up at me. My eyes are also blue, but while mine are the blue of a robin’s egg, his are the blue of a perfect quality sapphire. A satisfied smile starts to make its way across his handsome face. “And just what is my pretty little Beta smiling about?” He asks when he catches my own smirk, his finger continuing to push inside me. “Oh, just thinking how lucky I am to be mated to a sexy Beta who can’t seem to get enough of me.” I say, smiling down at him.

One of them nudged the other and whispered just loud enough: “Imagine being caught like that and still showing your face here.” Sienna’s grip tightened around her coffee cup, but she forced herself to stay calm, her chest burning with humiliation. And then, as though summoned by the chaos, Elise arrived. She glided into the office not as an employee—because she wasn’t one—but as if she owned the place. Her designer heels clicked against the polished floor, her diamond earrings catching the fluorescent light, each step calculated to remind everyone of her status. Elise was not just Damon’s ex-fiancée; she was the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the country, her fortune old and u

And you. Solomon: i have to tell you something, Amy. Solomon: I haven’t been entirely honest. Amy: What? You’re a serial killer at my door lol Solomon: Worse Amy. If we ever did meet, i might not be what you’d entirely expect. Amy: its always like that lol Solomon: no Solomon: i swear i want us to keep this that i might be willing to risk it. Amy: What are you saying? Solomon: My name’s not Solomon. It’s Sally. Sally Regenade.

“Her name is Isla. She was with Alessia for six years. She’s not offering information because she wants anything. She’s offering it because she’s tired of protecting a woman who would set fire to her own staff just to keep her crown.” Julian exhaled through his nose. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel the weight of his agreement in the silence. “I’ll sit in, if you want,” he said finally. “But if you’d rather handle it alone, I’ll be outside.” “No,” I said. “Stay.” The door chimed softly then. Not urgent. Not dramatic. Just enough to let me know that the moment had come. Simone stepped out from the back hallway, tablet in hand, and nodded toward the front.

She is clearly competent, her demeanor professional yet friendly, providing a detailed overview of my schedule and the tasks ahead with a confidence that belies her youth. Elise is part of Laura's team, so she is well aware that I am not Verona. Laura's strategy is meticulously plotted, leaving no room for errors. Elise is to act as my assistant, while in fact being the true stylist, her expertise crucial to maintaining the ruse of my role as Verona.

Simone looked at the text, and though she didn’t fear judgment as much as before, she still hesitated for a moment there before hitting send. Colette’s response was a devil emoji, and Simone felt herself lighten up immediately. She sipped on her lemon juice, which served to suppress the nausea bubbling up inside her, and simply waited. Before long, Colette was approaching the table where Simone was, with slow calculated steps, her eyes meaningfully mischievous, a bit of a smirk stretching her lips. “You little minx…” Colette began, once she was well within earshot, and Simone rose to her feet to greet her, her cheeks burning a little bit.