Cecily Smith の小説・ストーリー

CHAPTER THREE RACHEL’S POV “What, Rachel? Are you serious?” Cecilia asked for the 100th time. Cecilia, my best friend, had grown up with me. A striking model and influential social media figure, She was also the ambassador for my jewelry line. With her long, flowing ebony hair, piercing blue eyes, and model-like figure, she had seen the news and rushed over to my house to confirm if it was just a rumor or fake. I assured her I was aware and fully supportive of it.

The woman addressed as ‘Shamaine’ walked over, holding a young man's arm with a mocking expression on her face. Shyla furrowed her eyebrows. “Who is she, Cecile?” Cecile said softly, “She’s a senior at my school, and her name is Shamaine Hoffman.” Shamaine looked at Cecile with deep resentment and jealousy in her eyes. Kayson shielded Cecile behind him and said nonchalantly, “How can I help you?” Shamaine said in a mocking tone, “Which sugar daddy are you? You must be deceived by Cecile's feigned promiscuous appearance, right?”

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

' I can't believed I once used her hospital, she deserves to be stoned to d**th, who knows if she had given me a fake child when I delivered in her hospital, I'll be doing a DNA test, first thing tomorrow' ' the entire family is just so devious and disgusting' ' a mere Howard family actually has the guts to pois*n the eldest miss of the Smith family, not only that, they killed one of the heiresses of the Kingston family and schemed against the other,they really have no fear of d**th' Cecily gasped in shock, how had they found out about everything, was she drunk when she was confessing. " You'll die a slow and painful d**th for pois**ing my daughter, guards, get her!"

Ryan argued “Say it again!” Cecilia who just came heard all of it. “Say it! It is because of that woman. It is because of Anna, my son now fighting for his life?” Cecilia became furious. “Smith, follow me! Let’s go to see Anna!” Cecilia left Mark, Ryan and Brenda. While walking to the ward, Cecilia said to Smith. “You, get me the divorce paper for Anna and Brian soon. Either today or tomorrow. I want to get rid of that woman from his life!”

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.

Richard Gray shook his head and said helplessly: "You don't have much time. I advise you to try to get James Smith's forgiveness. James Smith is my brother. I will only heal you if he asks me to heal you." Asking James Smith's forgiveness? She shook her head self-deprecatingly, remembering the disgust James Smith looked at her. It might be even harder than getting to the sky. Seeing Rachel West leaving without looking back, Richard Gray's heart was inexplicably shocked. This woman really wasn't like this before. Now it's a bit melancholy that she has become such a person when she’s not a ghost. "Diana, what about James Smith?" Rachel West looked around the villa without seeing James Smith or

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

she teased. "You're not my friend- we're not friends." I corrected, "I don't even know your name." "Fine then," she dropped her fork and extended her arm to me, blocking me from taking another bite of my pizza, "I'm Celeste." I knew what she was doing, this friend thing was all a ruse, I've had a bunch of other girls come to me asking to be my friend then going ahead, without my say, to plan a sleepover at my house like I wasn't even there, "Look, if you're trying to be friends with me to get with Blake, you can just come out and say that."