Aijima Cecil Novels & Stories

"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

Ace's hands slid beneath my silk gown so he could circle his thumb over my hip bone. I rolled my eyes, not caring to push him away because it would be futile — if he wanted to do anything to me he simply would have, "As I said, I'd call you and you'd take the body to a remote location. If it's premeditated then we'll already have a vertical grave dug because it's far more difficult to find someone in a vertical grave, if not, I guess we will be digging all night. Then, we will cover the grave halfway and place a dead animal horizontally across to throw off the scent from search dogs."

“We’re under orders to stay here while the Chairman and Julian handle some business. We’ll be looking after Aria and Nina while they’re gone.” Jacob stepped closer to Cecil, slow and deliberate. Dominant energy rolled off him in waves. “I’m Jacob Frost,” he said. He extended his hand. “And you are?” Cecil didn’t move. She just stared at him, eyes wide, breath shallow. Aria subtly elbowed her in the ribs. ‘What the hell, Cecil?! Say something!’ Aria barked through their mindlink. Snapping out of her daze, Cecil blinked, then shakily took his hand. “I—I’m Cecil. Cecil Lambert.”

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He also tried to make him calm down but he resisted for a while but he later gave in and kept quiet. Kamur was able to make him calm for a while, he took him back to his room. On getting to his room, Amir requested to be left alone. He was so hurt, he felt like a failure. He had failed Amira, he couldn't protect her and his son. Akeem he was yet to know him and now he was dead. After much thoughts Amir finally came to a conclusion that it was time to go back to Vartell. He will inform the Queen by evening and he'll leave by sunrise.

"Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland" Wait a minute...... "You don't mean right this instant do you?" I asked "surely you can give me a few days to process all these and prepare myself" "I'm afraid not honey. The fact that you are alive and I found you so easily means that others can find you too. You are a very rare being little Azura, and you have lots of enemies. J could sense the energy from your power from miles away. So you are too vulnerable right now". Aunt Anna explained.

Uche had killed her. “Where am I?” She looked past the woman, towards the animal skin hanging on the wall. There were at least six of them, different skins from different animals. “We are in Ame. But far from the rest of the village. You don’t have to worry, only few people pass through this route in months. And given your history and status, I don’t think anyone is going to miss you, no offense” “None was taken,” Ejima said, as a sudden cold wrapped her. She was staring at the wizened woman now. Her accent was strange, and the shash hanging on her shoulders suggested that she was not from around here. Yet the woman seemed to know everything about her.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Estella froze slightly. Aizen. Her gaze lifted automatically. Aizen stood several steps away wearing a dark charcoal suit with the sleeves slightly folded near his wrists. Beside him stood Keisha, smiling brightly the moment she recognized Estella. Another man stood beside them. Tall. Sharp-featured. Calm eyes. Older than Aizen by perhaps a year. Jonathan Walmont. The atmosphere shifted almost instantly. Kael visibly straightened. Meanwhile Aizen’s gaze moved from Kael… to Estella…

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.