Simone Elise Colt Novels & Stories

She was dressed in casual elegance -a beige knit sweater, jeans that fit too well, and a delicate perfume that lingered in the air. “Oh-thank you,” Scarlett said, a polite smile flickering. The woman’s lips curved. “You’re Scarlett aren’t you? My mother certainly undermined how beautiful you are.” Scarlett’s guard rose slightly, but her smile didn’t waver. “Your mother?” “Celeste Langford,” the woman said brightly, extending her hand. “I’m Elise. I didn’t get to speak to you before you left my father’s retirement party , I guess you were in a haste

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

Rebecca voices as Simone looks around the room asking ‘if anyone else would like to volunteer to step back? “Don’t put my name in” Caitlyn states as a few of the other models gasp as Simone nods. She knew it was to do with her mother. Caitlyn never liked doing any television work because of her. “I’ll step back too” Selina says, giving Simone a smile. Selina was someone who came over from Angela Berry when Simone gave her the ultimatum. “I just got back from Europe. I could use a bit of break.” “Done. I will send the rest of the portfolios over to Roberta” Simone says heading out the door. She heard Bartholomew ask Suzie if she wanted us to win by having her add her name. Simone could only s

Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod. “Ellaine? Do you hear me?” Caeruleus waved his hand in front of her face. “Ellaine?” “Yes? I’m sorry, what did you say?” She looked away at the two and focused with Finrod. “I smell something here.” Margarette sniffed the air at Ellaine’s direction, “Jealousy..?” She sniffed closer. “Ellaine? You smell jealous.” She smiled teasingly. Caeruleus laughed hard. “Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?”

He kept stumbling over his words, mentally cursing himself for getting nervous. “Oh, really!... Let me help you, then.” Before Dylan’s very eyes, his mate discarded her clothes, leaving her nude. There was no form of shame or embarrassment in her eyes, making him open his mouth in awe. Her breasts were firm and round with pointed nipples he couldn’t wait to suck and nibble. He was amazed at how flat her stomach was, like that of models in magazines, who barely ate, which wasn’t the case for his mate. Her slim waist perfectly complimented her large hips and thighs. Dylan tried to control the trembling in his legs as he struggled with his horny wolf from pouncing on Isabel and mating her on th

I’ll always be wary of her. “How about a cola?” Elyn says and I raise an eyebrow. She’s not the type to send others. Does she want to say something to me? Simone didn’t expect her to agree so she looks stunned for a moment until she quickly recollects herself and smiles. “Sure, I’ll go get you one.” I scoff internally. She's a master at being fake. Elyn meets my eyes when Simone leaves the table. The other warriors are quietly eating too. “There’s something about the Princess that you have to know, Alpha.”

Simone, with a jubilant voice and bright smile, dashed forward. Four pairs of eyes turn to the woman who interrupted the conversation. Lucien Wright wears his usual inscrutable expression, and Alekzandria instantly becomes formal, while Alexzia Wright gives the woman her attention. "Simone Del Castillo, one of F&D's officials. I'm honored to meet the ever-famous supermodel like you, Madame Alexzia Wright" Simone offered her hand to the woman. "Nice meeting you, Mrs. Del Castillo, and thank you for the welcome" Receiving the other woman's hand, she gave her a brief handshake before pulling her hand.

He had his arms around her waist, his head bent close like she was something precious. A scream built in my throat. I needed to breathe. I needed to see them. *.* I didnt care about security or the media. Or even the fact that I wasn't invited. I crashed the gala like a storm fuming with rage. "Ma'am, ma'am...you can't go in..." Someone called but I pushed past them, heels hitting the marble like gunshots. And there she was. Ava. In green slik. Grinning at the cameras like she hadn't destroyed my life. And Alex, laughing, drink in hand, playing the perfect doting bastard.

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

Simon whispered besides Tristan "Yes and I was dead serious about it," Tristan replied. "Are you sure? Because you are literally eye fucking her Tristan," Simon said the obvious making Tristan roll his eyes in return. "I am not okay. And what's your problem with me? Stop speaking to me," Tristan said in a hush tone making Simon giggle silently. "She's Lydia Melton. One of the most sought out models currently. I heard she's a hard one. You won't be able to get her to sleep with you. She's not an easy one looking for a rich man to build a name for herself," Simon said to Tristan.