Cessily Kincaid Novels & Stories

"You’ll regret this, Cassia," Mrs. Sinclair said with a cold smile. "Mark my words, you’ll regret this meeting today." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, Stacy trailing behind her like a controlled puppy. As they disappeared from view, Kiara let out a low whistle, shaking her head in disbelief.

He takes the seat right in front of me, “Sir, I have run the background check on Miss Kingsley.” I nodded in anticipation, adjusting my sunglasses. He continued, “I found out Miss Kingsley was born to Mr. and Mrs. Davies, she is 25 years old and happens to be their only daughter and the couple loved her so much. Her mother Mrs. Betty died when Miss Kingsley was 12 from a Gastly car accident leaving her with her Dad, who stayed single until now. Miss Kingsley studied Business Management at the University. She has had only one boyfriend since her adulthood, whose name is Jimmy. Jimmy cheated on her and they are now estranged.”

"What does a woman of the inner courtyard know? Do you want her to come out just to humiliate her? You can ask those of us present whatever you want!" Carissa gazed at Gareth's flushed face and enunciated clearly, "Lady Cecilia's surname is Kingsley. Her dad is Lord Henry, and she's part of the Kingsley family as well as Eleanor's household. Her biological mom's name is Thelma, who passed away in May three years ago." The revelation stunned everyone in the room. After a moment of shock, Gareth exploded with rage, shouting, "You're just spouting nonsense!" It was the typically subservient Mikhail who remained composed enough to act.

With me gone, he had to rely on his own skills to keep the after-hours work to a minimum. Then came the texts from Yvonne. [Now that Lucas is sick like this, you must be thrilled!] [Just you wait, Lucas will never forgive you.] I could not help but laugh. What a drama queen. If Lucas did not step up and commit to her, she would have a problem. I texted back, then hit delete and blocked her too. [Oh, you take good care of him.] Yvonne had to come back from overseas because she ran out of cash, not because she was too good for it. She strutted around like she was above it all, which was just sickening. Her so-called business? It was nothing without Lucas's connections.

Camilla was a big spender. They had only been in the store for less than an hour, and Kyle’s sister had taken more things than she needed. Camilla pushed a stroll beside Hana while she held onto her basket. There was only a pack of tampons there. She didn’t want to overindulge herself. Camilla looked at Hana’s basket and emptied some of the chocolates into it. Hana tried to protest, but the lady gave her the famous McKenna look.

I had stupidly fallen asleep after the stranger named Reiss walked in and indulged me in this random discussion about his love life. The comfort was to die for, and because he wept like a fool, I stayed and listened to his rants to make him feel better even though he'd addressed as Mrs. Kincaid all through the discussion, not that I didn't benefit from it too, it was nice having someone to listen to.

She pretended to her friends and family that she was fine, 365 days had gone by and it was a long time for her to feel better. Now she was beautifully dressed with a flowery headband, ready to attend the wedding. No matter what, she had to move on and not wait on Caleb. “You look so beautiful, I have got a good choice,” Chloe said happily as she picked the dress, Emma smiled before staring at herself in the mirror. She was indeed beautiful. Lincoln walked in with Elaine, they both dressed beautifully as well and had happy smiles. “Where is Kitty? Kitty was Lincoln and Elaine's one-year-old daughter, she was so adorable and loves keeping Emma company.

He said, and with how he spoke, he did not leave room for me to say no. Breakfast was served, and we ate quietly. After eating, Keith excused me, and I decided to return to my room. On my way there, a woman stopped me with tears in her eyes. She did not look well, and it seemed she had struggled with the workers to get to me. Her dress was ripped, and her mascara was messy. Her hair was rough and messy. "So you are the reason he is sending us away, you skinny piece of shit." "Watch your tone, lady Emmanuella," someone cautioned her. I believed it was the butler, Morgan.

Her husband was the doctor that helped all of my children be born. Moments later Martin came in with a woman that looked identical to Cassie only older. "Take all of my blood, just save her please," I replied. After Dr. Branson helped Cassie she said that was all she could do without her equipment. I carried her to the infirmary.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote