Aijima Cecil Novels & Stories

Haris quickly reported. "Good" Damian praised Haris while thinking that Haris is not a completely useless secretary after all. "Tighten the security around the mansion and Amelia. I can't be with her all the time so make sure no rats can sneak in” Damian added as he opens the door of his study.

Hence where Tommy got the idea of blindness, bedridden and monster was puzzling to Alexis. “I am going to ask him when he turns to a great liar.” Alexis said to herself. “Austria1507” Alexis was stunned. “What are you saying?” “The password for the diary is Austria1507.” The secretary said screaming, and immediately she turned pale. “Just please, don’t make me a monster, release me please.” Alexis sneered. “Wow! That was quick.” Immediately she stood up and she remover her needle, she return them back to her wrist, then she turn to go, but she turn around and she said.

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

"Iiiihiiiiiii, d-doooon~t! I-im going crazzzzyyyy!" "This amount is just alright. Aren't you fine before this?" "Bbut, my head, it's about to go crazy" "Because Cecil is a bit stiff after all, so I thought it would be better if I soften it a little." "N-no way...I, I am Allan-sama's guardian, and yet, I – Higuu, Aaaooooh!" Cecil let out a high pitched moan as her body convulsed from the sensation. Though I couldn't see her face from here, she must be having a really lewd expression right now.

Even Ainsley, who is unofficially promised to me for marriage, has never made my wolf stir up. What’s going on? What’s this strange feeling of joy and happiness coming from just seeing her? This is weird, really weird. “Justin was the top student in her school, so I would say Arthur has a competitor now.” No I don't. No one is up to my standard. And having a human like Justin as competition makes it embarrassingly easy.

His arms are each on one side of my body. -Get off me!- I scream trying to move, but it's too heavy. -Maybe if I could move -What?- I ask confused, continuing to shake my body from side to side, in vain. - His arm and leg are bandaged!- Scott yells from the frame of what is supposed to be a door- He's immobilized! Azael smiles into my eyes, and a smell of fresh mint fills my nostrils. -Scott! Get it off me! Already!

“We’ll see about that.” Cecil pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. Imela drew a sharp breath at the sight of the gun and saw how intent Cecil’s eyes looked. She seemed eager to use it, and Imela couldn’t risk it. Imela dropped the phone, her heart skipping in fear, and once again, she asked herself how Cecil got into the firm carrying a weapon without being seen or noticed. Could she truly be hallucinating? She couldn’t try out the theory of that because she risked getting shot and probably dying. “What do you want?”

Celeste took over and carried us into the forest, only once looking back to see the surprise on Adrian’s face. We met his eyes, gleaming like emeralds in the moonlight. There was no surprise though, only that devious grin splitting his face. “I’m going to find you Maia, maybe not tonight, but we will be together.” He said, almost to himself. A shiver ran down our spine as Celeste turned on her heels and made her way through the forest. What the fuck had just happened?

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

Amelia’s hold also tightened around his back as if he would disappear, if she loosened the grip. The next day, Adrian went to meet a data broker there, a woman named Cecile known for handling dark information. Blackmail. Skeletons. Ghosts of reputations. Cecile lived in a penthouse above an art gallery, surrounded by minimalist chaos and the smell of old money. She smiled at them like a cat sizing up prey. “So, you want to find a ghost.” “We want to dig one up,” Adrian said. Cecile’s brows rose as she heard the name. “That name hasn’t come up in a long time.”