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That Aurora, for all her mysterious Vaughn connections, could not possibly compete with that. The tension in Vera’s shoulders released, fraction by fraction. “You’re right,” she said. She sat down. “Whatever Aurora Hale has managed to manufacture with those people, it doesn’t change what we have. Celeste has Seraph. She is a scientist of genuine standing. She is the right match for this family.” Bella nodded firmly, the way she nodded when she needed to believe something and repetition helped. Both women turned to look at Celeste who stood at the doorway with an uncomfortable little smile on her lips.

Everytime anyone looked at me, I instantly assumed that they knew what I did. “Well," Professor Holden sighs, bringing my attention back to his. " I have no idea how you are going to receive this news. If it'll be good or bad news to you. Vivian Kingstale isn't dead." “What?" “Yes. In fact she's One of the two warlocks we're currently hunting down, across Lunaris."

If it succeeded, I would not need protection. I would be untouchable. Before I could craft a response, a voice broke through the tension. “What ritual?” Both of us turned. Celeste stood in the doorway. Her eyes moved between us slowly. Calculating. “What ritual are you both talking about?” she repeated. Lucien’s jaw tightened. I studied her. Celeste was clever. Observant. Dangerous in a quiet way. This was inconvenient. I wiped the blood from my lip and smiled faintly. “Just a ceremony at the old chapel,” I said smoothly. “A restoration of sorts.”

she yelled. Celeste startled me with her range of emotions. I wasn't expecting the outburst from her, as she always seemed to keep her emotions in check and prevent herself from showing her pain. But it seemed she couldn't hold it in any longer, which I preferred. And secondly, we seemed to be facing the same thing. Not death-wise but goddess-wise. We might be different but in some ways connected because her goddess Selene was as much pain in the ass as my goddess Velkra.

Ignis asked. "Y-you..." Celeste's voice cracked. "You came from that wretched place?!" she yelled. Ignis, startled, immediately tried to release his hand from her grip. Surprisingly, the petite Elf had a powerful grip, but he eventually got back his hand. At that moment, Celeste's words finally sank in his head — he didn't like it. "Wretched?" Ignis asked the trembling Celeste. "YES!" Celeste shrieked. "THAT WRETCHED PLACE SHOULD—"

she said, bowing her head slightly at me. “Y…you’re that orb of light?” I asked, my voice tremoring slightly. “My name is Celeste; I am not an orb, nor am I light,” she corrected. “But I am one-fourth of earth’s magic. I represent the water element.” “Oh, I get it,” I breathed. “Each of you represents a specific element. So the other three must represent, air, fire, and—” “Spirit,” she finished for me. “While our mother represents earth. Without us… Earth is just a rock.”

Judging from her trembling eyelashes, it was clear that the other party was extremely nervous at that moment. She had a blush on her face. Her supple pink skin was rosy, she looked so attractive that one would not be able to stop themselves from taking a bite of her. If other people in Star Kingdom saw this, their jaws would definitely drop. Celeste is one of the elders of the Iridescent Sect and a Sovereign Ranker. However, she was showing such a shy expression.

Of course, it's Celeste again. itsclarixass

CELINE run to hug her dad Someone miss me here, Steve whispered to celine ear Yes dad Celine and Steve laughed Isabella collect Celine bag She went to her room to drop Celine bag CELINE use the opportunity to rebuke his dad. By making her mum got angry "Always sorry"my judge,i will amend it. STEVE replied her daughter in a very jovial manner CELINE like commanding like a judge,he just command her dad.......... To to and beg her mummy, she told her dad that he will allow him to eat out of her Chocolate cake. Isabella brought out chocolate cake i ingredients like flour,sugar,cocoa powder for the mixture

Like my fingers were playing by themselves… “Celesta… snap out of it,” Apollo grabbed my hand. When my body went back to normal, I shook my head and stared up at him, “H-how did I do?” “You played perfectly but…” his voice trailed off. Onyx leaned on the piano, “Who knew you were a monochromatic musicista.” “A what?” I tried to focus. She crossed her arms, “It means your musical soul has no color.” I flinched, “Is that bad?”