Spell Celeste 소설 & 이야기

Jeneva tried to look normal but she starts trembling that made Finesia confused. "Who?" she asked. "The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus."

"What does this mean?" Vincent picks up the paper, his eyes never leaving mine. "It means exactly what you think it means, Celeste." "Stop calling me that!" "That's your name." His voice is firm. "Celeste Isabella Moretti. Daughter of Marcus and Isabella Moretti. Heiress to the Moretti fortune." I shake my head, backing away from him. "No. No, that's not possible. I'm Anastasia Ashford. I've always been Anastasia Ashford."

Light by light, true king from the true king as it is true queen from a true queen. Celeste is yielding to the God of light, giving her so much energy. She was floating in the air, with her white slit dress. Her bump is showing and yet still, perfectly beautiful. The energy that subsides in her body is enormously powerful. Her skin changes like crystal glass. Her features are showing too. The Greenlanders stopped attacking as the light came to Celeste. Their eyes widened in shock. They didn’t expect that powerful energy to come from her.

Have a great day lovelots. Celeste ✨❤️

Ashley confirms. "She……." The word slipped out of a confused and terrified Selena. "Yes, the moon goddess chose you for a reason," She retorted. "The moon goddess…" She scarcely whispered. "Who is the moon goddess?" She seemed troubled and fearful that some of the words were leaving her lips, she didn't even know when they did slip out of her lips. She still can't wrap everything around her mind. "The moon goddess is our creator……." Ashley answered her. "Our creator…..'

“She’s one of their allies, and they execute her right away.” My butler’s forehead creased as if he couldn’t understand what I was saying but instead of explaining to him, “How about the wizard? Did you execute that creature?” “Yes, Your Highness Celeste Louve. They already burned her body using the blue flame,” he answered, so I nodded my head at him.

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.