Celeste Dubois Novels & Stories

Aurora’s hand paused in midair as Celeste sashayed into the private room, already reaching for the syringe. There was a moment of silence. Dr Evans cocked his head to the side at Celeste, frowning darkly at her, “Excuse me? Who are you?” Celeste turned to him, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder, “I am Celeste Moore, a trained medical scientist and Ethan’s first love. I am also the only person who should be in charge of doing this for him.” She turned to look at Aurora with a light scoff of disdain, “I mean, apart from you Dr Evans, What does Aurora have to offer in this situtaion? This is clearly above her station. As a housewife!”

Celeste stopped talking when the man pointed a gun at her. "Don't fool us because we've known for a long time who Maximus' girlfriend is. You're Mr. Logan Marquez's daughter, the CEO of Celestial Elegance and Maximus' girlfriend." "Wrong!" Celeste immediately replied. Her head was aching because why was she involved in Hannah's mess? "I just came back from France, I'm just a designer for Celestial Elegance and I'm definitely not Maximus' girlfriend because the CEO of Celestial Elegance and Maximus' girlfriend you're referring to is Hannah, the woman who looks like me, my sister! I'm not Hannah, I'm Celeste Marquez!" she said angrily to the man.

then she turned her gaze to Dean, "and this is my grandson, Dean Davis." Old Madame Armstrong smiled broadly as she greeted Martin and Aurel, "Nice to meet you all." "I will also introduce my family. This is my son, Frodo, that is his wife," and she pointed at Celeste, "and that is my granddaughter, Celeste Baker." As if there was a need to explain, she added, "Oh, she took the name from her mother." Old Madam Davis had observed Celeste from the moment she entered the room. Celeste's calm and steady demeanor, neither kind nor arrogant, made Old Madam Davis appreciate her character.

Let's just say my will to live has dramatically decreased in the last twenty-four hours. But I made a promise to Diego—that I wouldn't give up, that I'd do whatever it takes to get back to him. That's if they don't end up killing us both. Celeste casually places the cigar back between her lips, igniting it with a flick of her lighter. Clad in a cozy sweater and cardigan that somehow doesn't have a single drop of blood on them, she looks like a gentle, old woman, but she is anything but. Diego tried to warn me about her cruelty, but I had no idea she was this fucked up. She makes Cruella De Vil look like a fucking saint, and she skins puppies for fur coats.

"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."

With shaky steps I enter the empty inside the empty floor, but I know their is someone on the upper floor in the bedroom. Tears roll down my eyes as I take in the scent of Theo, sex and.. "Celeste" a panicked Theo descends the stairs zipping his pants, he was in a dishalved state, soon his flushed partner follows behind him with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her naked body. His partner being non other than "Carina" I whisper heartbroken. ____________ Did this revelation surprise you all? how do you guys think Celeste will react? Vote and comment my loves. ❤️

In the bottom left corner, her insignia was written in silver - FreedomAgain, with a small, melting candle next to it, illuminating the whole piece. Celeste had taken inspiration for her name from the Haitian slave who’d resisted French colonial rule in the 18th century. Hers was a story of true rebellion - organizing escaped slaves, and sending them out in a guerrilla war, poisoning the water supplies of the colonial masters. For her crimes, her punishment was severe - burning at the stake, a warning to other slaves of the price of resistance. Celeste had taken her inspiration for this piece from an incident she’d seen on the tube no less than three weeks ago. A homeless man had been forcib

The figure reached up and pulled back the hood. A woman. Late forties, maybe early fifties. Faded red hair, sharp green eyes—and a crescent moon tattoo at her collarbone. Ivy’s breath caught. “Who… who are you?” “My name is Celeste,” the woman said softly. “And once, a long time ago… I was in your position.” “What do you mean?” Celeste held up the silver bracelet—the bracelet. “I was Evelyn King’s best friend. And the only one who knew the truth about her children. All of them.”

“Someone whose gifts have been sealed and suppressed for far too long.” A chill ran down Celeste’s spine. She thought of the strange flashes she’d been having. The woman in silver robes, the running, the fire, the pulsing darkness beneath the earth. She pushed the images away before they could surface again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said carefully.

Celeste stood quietly beside Martina when a younger-looking woman spoke up. "And who might this young girl be?" She asked eyeing Celeste from upside down while sipping her Champagne. Celeste looked at her with a soft smile. She had blonde hair, fair skin and green eyes. She was wearing a beautiful red gown. She looked a few years older than her. "This is Celeste Rodriguez. Liam Rodriguez's wife." Martina said with a smile as she introduced Celeste to the group of women. " Wow! You are so gorgeous. Liam's lucky. I'm Addy Moore. It's nice to meet you Mrs Rodriguez " Said a middle-aged woman.