Teresa Celeste Age Novels & Stories

I asked, almost at the top of my voice. “Yes, of course. Why would you think I would keep it away from you if she had been reincarnated all this while?” she asked, looking at me with so much sincerity. “I don’t know, Celeste. Am I to trust you? You literally hid the fact that she was alive from me for so long!” I fired back at her. “That’s because she was still a minor at the time. She recently turned eighteen, and I was planning on informing you, but you somehow found out about it first,” she explained.

I roll my eyes, but Remy nudges me forward. I step into the firelight. Seventeen years old. Queen of Sea and Storm. Bearer of a crown that used to break worlds and now just keeps mine whole. I look at every face (living, dead, shifter, fire, fox, monk, family). Celeste (voice steady, small, huge): “I spent fifteen years thinking I had to earn the right to exist out loud. Then I spent one year learning I already belonged. Tonight… I’m seventeen, and I’m not asking permission anymore.

Well, I didn't know, Kaanadan soon said: — But one thing I haven't understood until now: Why are you training? I moved a little and looked at the tattoo on his chest, running my finger along it to distract myself. — Maybe because I'm tired of being something fragile. — I say quietly. — I'm not like that, Kaan. And while I'm here... I can't deny who I am. — And who are you? We look at each other and I take a deep breath, releasing a light breath through my nostrils. — I'm Celeste... Celeste Brandão, the rebellious and non-standard daughter of the biggest mafioso in South America. Oh, and unfortunately she's married to you.

"Wow! Does my idol have this many fans even here in the country?" Teresa was equally surprised as she remarked, "Isn't your idol already in her 50s?" "Nonsense, she's in her 40s!" Rowena immediately corrected her. "She's only in her 40s. And she's maintained herself so well, so she doesn't look a day over 30! Her skin is even better than mine!" Noelle and Teresa exchanged glances and shook their heads at Rowena's exaggerated enthusiasm. After waiting for about half an hour, a commotion rose from downstairs. Rowena, quick as lightning, dashed to the window to look. "Look at that van—it's her! My idol is here! Noelle, Teresa, she's here! She's so stunning!"

Without another word he went to the kitchen. Celeste arrived about twenty or so minutes later. Vasilios let her in for me. When she walked into the living room, her ocean blue eyes went wide. I watched her mouth the words 'He is gorgeous' and it took everything in me not to laugh out loud. Celeste was tall and slender. She was around five feet seven inches with long legs like a model. Her hair came down to her shoulders in golden blonde spirals. Her skin tone reminded me of coffee with too many creams, a milky caramel. Celeste was three years older than me, twenty six years old. She had a degree in bioengineering, super intelligent. She had hoped we would go the same way in college but my pa

The old crone responded stepping closer to my mother. "I know. Its eighteen years of peace for her before she has to deal with all the challenges coming to her way because of who she is and what she must do. Just make sure you teach Helia everything she needs to know for my daughters awakening and turning at eighteen." Celeste turned again to the mirror. Eyes showing tears yet to fall.

The sympathy on her face broke something deep inside Valeria. She placed a trembling hand on her stomach. “Ares...Why would you do this to me?” she whispered, more to herself than him. But Ares scoffed, his eyes darkening. “You should be ashamed of yourself. Organizing a party like this when I came here to introduce my fiancée.” Valeria stared at him, trying to understand. “What fiancée? This bitch?” He scoffed. “Celeste is not a bitch. She’s everything a wife should be. She's elegant, dutiful. Not like you, always behaving like a spoiled brat.”

"What is going on? I can hear much more bustling outside than usual." "You could have come out to check," I replied, keeping my distance. "The guards wouldn't have stopped you." "I am not in the mood," she muttered, her fingers tracing the pattern on the bedsheet. I pulled a wooden chair over, placing it a good distance away from her before sitting down. "So, what mood are you in, Celeste?" "I just feel tired of life," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "Things are never going my way. I am thirty-three years old, Darian, and yet I am still mateless. Everyone my age has a family. I have nothing."

It was Teagan's voice. Celeste turned toward the source and saw both Teagan and Trevor. She stopped in her tracks. Trevor was smoking in silence. The distance between them was too far, and with Trevor standing against the light, Celeste couldn't make out his expression. Teagan said, "Honestly, I understand. I've met Wynn a few times. She's only 25 and already has a PhD from one of the top universities in the world. I hear she's also handling her family's business quite well.

“You’ve been trying to keep me out of your lovely thoughts.” “It’s all that Morris charm you’ve been radiating today. It’s making me want to try something different.” “You’ll need to introduce me first,” Hera said, mimicking Thomas as he tied his horse to a post. The widow turned out to be way younger than Hera had thought. She was stunningly beautiful and looked like she was under forty-five. Even her name, Celeste, had a youthful ring to it. Hera figured, just like Myra did, that Celeste must be feeling pretty lonely after marrying off her daughter just two years ago. She lost her husband when her daughter was only ten, so she had spent a lot of her best years without a man around, and it