Romans & histoires Cynthia X

Late in the night, Cynthia lounged at the balcony, as she wound up a video call with her assistant, she stared ahead absentmindedly, she remembered Drake's proposal and cringed. Huh, anyway, it was not bad if she went public after a few days of hibernation. She had just asked Victoria for a specific type of gown and was only left to hear from Drake who had once again gone quiet. She shut her laptop and walked in, spotting Daphne watching TV. Earlier on,Daphne had once again began making noise with Timothy and Cynthia had began to get suspicious. She sat besides her and stared at the girl to whom she owed her life.

An old man on the vintage chair with a newspaper in hand replied. A woman wearing a huge smile on her face, probably older than Westley stood up. “Audene, I thought you’re busy.” The thick southern accent in her tongue was palpable. She bounced her eyes from me, then back to Westley. “Hello, I’m Clyve.” I held out my hand. “You must be new here, darlin’. I’m Xena.” She shook my hand, then looked at Westley who looked at her with disinterest. It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type.

Cynthia, dressed in a flowing gown of soft lavender, stood amidst the beauty of nature, her presence harmonizing with the surroundings. She had been strolling alone, lost in her thoughts, when a soft voice interrupted her reverie. "Lady Cynthia, may I have a moment of your time?" Cynthia turned, and there stood Kana, the palace librarian. Kana was a woman of gentle grace, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall down her back, and her eyes sparkling with wisdom. "Of course, Kana," Cynthia replied, her gaze welcoming. "What can I do for you?"

Cynthia has started her business of selling fashionable stocks, her boutique comprises of both male and female wears, both with unisex shoes, body sprays, and perfumes, it is a big shop of it kind, very big and well stocked with goods, Cynthia was please to settle in the shop, whenever she goes to the shop she feels bless and will always call herself a woman, I am a giant, I dreamt, I worked towards it and now I am victorious, I have everything to write home about, Cynthia is a slot, she has no future, she is born by a mistake sperm, yes I am, but today men and women that mocked me are not in my class, my name is Cynthia great daughter of Becky,, she never give up in life, then why are you w

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

"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

"Johan, for the sake of the Moon Goddess, tell me where Cynthia is! Is she still alive?" Johan stumbled back two steps in shock. "What do you mean by 'is she still alive?' What on earth is going on?" Fenrir opened his mouth but couldn't find the words to answer. It felt like a fishbone was stuck in his throat. "Should I, as her father, know what has happened to Cynthia? I placed her in your hands with my own!" Johan shouted anxiously. "She was poisoned with wolfsbane and might not have gotten the antidote."

"Cynthia's father. He was mine, Ethan. And she took him from me." My blood ran cold. This Victoria is Cynthia’s mother? I turned to Cynthia again and she yet avoided my eyes again. Victoria Laurent… Kevin Laurent… What the hell?

“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle.

There’s something uncannily feline about Cynthia. “Hello,” she says silkily, reaching into the fridge and pulling out one of endless bottles of kombucha she always seems to have in there. “And how’s Daddy this morning?” Warmth spreads to my face as I snap my attention to her. “Cynthia…” She grins. “No one’s around. I miss our little chats, Xavier. I haven’t heard from you for a while.” I drop my phone into my pocket and give her my full attention. I’m texting my lawyer, Patrick, about getting Melanie out of the house today, and at this point I’m basically just harassing him anyway.