Cecily Smith Novels & Stories

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

in the dark night I can see the string of pearls around her neck. I look around the street but there is no one in sight. “w-what do you want?” She smiles, “I don’t think it's appropriate for us chat on the road like barbarians." I take in a shuddering breath as I enter the jeep. The interior is all dark polished leather. it looks exactly as I imagined. The old lady stretches out her perfectly manicured hands, “quite lovely to meet you mr carpenter I’m Cecilia smith.” I cautiously take her hand in mine, “how do you know my name?”

She appears older and more mature than me, exuding a sense of confidence as she takes my phone from my hand. Without asking, she begins creating an I*******m account for me. I stare at her, unsure how to react, but she doesn't seem to be flirting with me, unlike her friends, who are making playful, suggestive eyes at me. "You're an amazing biker, and I've definitely seen you at Aurora Strings Hall," Cecily says, her fingers flying across my phone screen. "My brother, Louis, is the concertmaster, and he always raves about your talent." Her words catch me off guard, but I manage a small smile, still focused on my phone as she works her magic.

I tried to push the horrible event from my mind, but the memory lingers on, reminding me that even seemingly harmless dares can have sinister consequences. But, minutes later as if ruining the conversations that was filling the hallways and classrooms through the ancient stone hallways, a stern voice came over the loudspeaker, "This is Ms. Rose Elleanor Stowne, speaking. Students of both houses, the Stonemaskers and Wanderlusters I want you to be aware that my voice had taken over our morning rituals as I have to make a tragic announcement this day. At exactly past midnight yesterday, one of our own, Lilian Graywood, student #011 from the Honors Wanderlusters, passed away."

"And the answer is still NO! I have let you on your own for years already, now that I am back, I will never let you out of my sight! Especially that a threat is attached to you!" I almost wanted to slap her but I restrained myself from doing so. I am so sick of people calling me a "human" as if they aren't and looking down on me. First, Alicia, and now, his mother? Honestly? How many women do I have to fight off just to be with Cyrus Steele? "Celene, watch your words! Carmela is not a threat to me or to anyone, she is my woman!" I looked up at Cyrus who is now standing next to me as his arm snaked around my waist.

She was powerful, clean-blooded, and probably the perfect match for him. My stomach dropped. Cecily made a small, dramatic noise. “Well. Guess there goes our shot at ever dating a Rossi. She’s a big deal. I heard her pack has access to all the foreign trade routes.” “I know who she is,” I said too fast, shaken by her affirming my earlier thoughts that Althea was perfect for him. Cecily didn’t notice. She was busy sighing into her wine—nonalcoholic of course.

I asked. "Everything. Cecilia is a professional model, Caucasian, five nine, with a soft, luminous complexion that photographs exceptionally well. She’s twenty-four, currently Miss Atlantic Elegance, and has picked up two international runway awards in the past three years.” We look each other in the eye and she doesn't waver. Her cheeks were tight, just enough to tell me she wasn’t thrilled about being put through this little exercise. “Her father is a retired diplomat, her mom runs a private art foundation. She’s well educated, well mannered and notably no history of public or private relationships.” she added, raising a foot to take off the shoe, but changed her mind.