Teresa Celeste Age Novels & Stories

he chuckles, “it could be she has scented her mate.” My eyes went wide, “she is only 16, this can’t happen to her yet.” He chuckled, “Didn’t Gamma Gabe scent Teresa when she was 14?” He stood going to the fridge, opened it and pulled out a bottle of juice, “she may have done the same thing, if he hadn’t.”

We collapsed together, whispering promises of protection and eternal sin. —--------- The new heir, a 24-year-old woman named Celeste, demanded a meeting in the city. She had stunning, dark hair, curves like Elena’s, and the same hungry eyes. The "discussion" in the penthouse suite turned sexual within minutes. Elena orchestrated it, kissing Celeste passionately while I watched.

Her elegance was evident in the smooth, cat-like strides she took. "Hello, you are Teresa Shawn, right?" Laura asked. "Hello, ma'am, yes, I am," Teresa replied. Terresa is a woman in her mid-forties with a lovely and calm smile. Laura instantly felt a calmness about her, but she wasn't one to make a decision just because of that. "It's nice of you to meet me on such short notice," Laura said as she took her seat. Teresa smiled. "It's not a problem," she replied.

"She is absolutely beautiful. What is her name?" "Teresa. She will be two on the seventeenth of September." I say and then it hits me. My baby girl is fourteen months old and I'm having to give her away, to keep her safe. What the hell has happened to this world? It use to be so peaceful and pups could be seen playing in the gardens. We never had to worry about attacks but now it's too dangerous for them to take one step out of their homes. Three pups have already been taken and only two were recovered barely alive.

She smiled at them and greeted them politely. "How old are you? 17 or 18 maybe?" Asked Alina very rudely. Celeste was taken aback by her sudden attitude. She looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. Few of the women let out a chuckle and others were silently eyeing her waiting for her reply. "I will be turning 24 in a few months," Celeste replied after a moment of pause.

I just sat on my bed and waited for the knock on the door that would tell me that Teresa had come. Minutes later, the knock sounded, and in came Teresa with a stainless steel tray. She set the tray on my reading desk. In the tray was a plate of spaghetti beef stew, a glass of cold water and a glass of cold white wine. “Do you want any other thing” she inquired. “No” I replied shaking my head. “Sir should I put on the TV for you?” She asked as she made towards the television. My eyes widened; my mouth flew agape, on hearing the word “sir” slip out of her mouth. I was flabbergasted, because she was old enough to give birth to someone quite my age.

I do notice that Cristiano’s younger sister Talisa is with them. “Talisa, it is nice to see you again.” I say. “Hi Everly, yeah it’s been a while. I had to beg Cristiano to bring me. I was hoping to talk with you three after this meeting.” Talisa states. I look at her as she smiles at me. I know she is attending school right now for a business degree, I think. I believe she is a couple of years younger than us at 19 or 20. Talisa is a sweet girl, and I always have liked her. I know that Tianya and Kylynn like her as well. All of us grab a plate and start loading them up. Lorenzo congratulates me on the baby and asks about Kaden.

“Uh, of course I do.” Helene looked at her. “You can’t possibly help her, and if you try, you’re doomed to fail. You haven’t even met her. You don’t even know about all her physical problems, much less her psychological problems.” “You’re right. I don’t. How old is Cecilia?” “She’s ten.”

“Celeste. She seems like she keeps a lot to herself, huh?” I feel my stomach twist. “I guess,” I say carefully. Trevor tilts his head, watching me too closely. “She doesn’t really post much online. No recent pictures, no updates. Kinda hard to keep track of her.” I laugh, but it’s forced. “Yeah, Celeste has always been private.” He hums, drumming his fingers against his glass. “What about her family? Her mom, dad?” I freeze for a second before setting my fork down. “Her dad passed away,” I say, a little sharper than I meant to.

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.