Celeste Dubois 소설 & 이야기

LAZARRUS I sat in my black leather chair behind the large ebony wood desk. I stared at my phone screen, which still showed the message I had just sent. "Come to my office, Little Doe." I read the sentence again. Then I opened the employee profile linked to that phone number. Her name was Celeste Harper. She was twenty four years old and the new intern secretary who had started working yesterday morning. She had replaced Mira, who had resigned. Yesterday, I sent Celeste a message with my request. It should have been on my desk that morning. But it was not there because she had not arrived yet.

But anger burns in her gaze, a fury that makes the air around her crackle from the power she is restraining. She catches my eye and gives me a slight nod. I’m here. I’m with you. The gesture relieves a small fraction of my tension. Kael lounges in his throne, deceptively casual. But I’ve known him long enough to recognize the predator lurking beneath that relaxed posture. Nothing misses his sharp gaze. And then I see her. Celeste. She stands with the Umbra Council, her father—Lord Theodore—beside her. She is dressed in pale blue, virginal and delicate, with her golden hair arranged in elaborate braids. She looks like a victim. Fragile. Innocent.

“Good day everyone. I see my name has already moved through places I am yet to have the honours of gracing, but I'm flattered, thank you—” “What do you think you're doing—” “Please let me finish.” She also cut the member short. Maybe I made up what I saw about the stiff shoulders. The woman standing beside me, schooling my board, didn't seem to have a single nervous bone in her body. “I'm Celeste Miller, and I now work for Thorn Pharmaceuticals as part of the board. I appreciate your warm welcome.” A sweet smile spread across her cheeks as horror flashed through their gazes. I watched her deliberately poke my board of directors, and my lips lifted in pure delight. I might have a trouble make

“A woman named Celeste Moreau. Head of a rogue intelligence cell in France. She once tried to bring Miguel down. She failed. Barely lived.” “Where is she now?” “Hiding,” Damien said. “But if I reach out using the right channel, she’ll come.” “Then do it,” Elena said. Damien hesitated. “Elena, if we do this, we paint a target the size of Europe on our backs.” She stepped closer. “Then let’s aim first.” Three nights later, Celeste arrived. She was tall, elegant, with scars on her wrists and a gaze that never blinked. She greeted Damien like an old friend, one she didn’t trust.

Bobita wriggled his fingers while giving Celeste a quick hug. "She's all yours, Miss Delaviste! See you later, Beauty! Babosh!" Bobita gave me a quick flying kiss, and he trailed off with Ceilo. They're next to perform, and right after them will be me. I cleared my throat and smiled at Miss Celeste. She's one of the most famous fashion designers not just in this country but also in Europe. Her work of art has always been on top, as the Royals always wore her designs. And for her to be here is no longer a surprise for me. Her mother is a Mondragon, and that only means one thing. . . she's a cousin of Drew and Atticus.

Of course, it's Celeste again. itsclarixass

Celeste moved to the window, her silk robe catching the lamplight. She turned back to face him. "If she's working for Huston, if she's close to him, she's planning something. She's just waiting for the right moment." Sylvester's face darkened. "Then what do we do?" ---

Then suspicion climbed all over her face, like a kitten on a curtain. “You ain’t doing this for Elky’s brother?” she asked softly. “What’s your business what happened to Celeste, miss?” She wiped the tears and mascara again from on one of the dirtiest cheek I ever saw. Her eyes stayed on the trunk. Suspicion fought with mother’s love, and love was winning. It always does. “You are not alone having ideas about that day. Celeste was a professional, a record holder. You wouldn have liked her. I don’t suppose you had a chance to meet,” she said.

But Furina, Diluc, and their sudden defiance—*that* was something she couldn’t let stand. Celeste paced the opulent halls of her French estate, her high heels clicking against the marble floor with every determined step. The sprawling mansion was a masterpiece of European architecture, all dark wood, and gilded chandeliers, but the beauty around her barely registered as her mind raced. From the outside, she appeared the picture of elegance and control, but internally, she was seething. Furina, the daughter she had discarded, had become a bigger threat than anticipated, and Diluc, whom she thought she could bend to her will through Yvette, had slipped away from her grasp.

“I liked someone before, but because of my special physique, I can’t have a man. So, that’s why I’ve been single this whole time.” “How special?” David asked curiously. “To put it bluntly, I can’t have sex with a man, if not…” “If not?” David asked. He was more and more curious about what was going on with Celeste’s body. “If not, I will drain the man dry,” Celeste said, feeling a little embarrassed. Celeste had been living for more than a thousand years, but she still felt embarrassed saying this in front of a young man. However, this had nothing to do with her strength.