Angelica Rugrats Doll Cynthia Novels & Stories

She fired, seeing that she wasn’t responding . Cynthia nodded her head as she brought out her makeup kits, in a matter of minutes her face had changed from someone into someone else’s. Isabella also applied a light makeover on her face, she removed some wigs from the hand bag beside her as she flung one of the wigs to her. Cynthia already knew what she was to do with it as she hurriedly put it on looking like some flirty ladies. She ignited the car engine as she drove off, spilling some sand into the guy’s face.

The splotches of red were like bright red strawberries. "What are you doing?" Cynthia could only tug at the corner of the quilt with her remaining free hand to shield herself, but it was futile, the thin quilt barely covering the hidden area, her long limbs and the two pink cherries dotting her breasts were exposed, making her body even more invisible and inviting. Cynthia had obviously been crying all afternoon, her eyes were red and puffy, with tear stains at the corners, and her stubborn, fierce eyes looked a little pitiful. She was now sitting on her knees on the mattress, biting her lip out of hatred.

Cynthia frantically rushed to all the the Rebel Army and asked, "Do you have the antidote? Do you have any? Give me one, and I will spare your lives. " All the Rebel Army looked at her fearfully and shook their heads. Cynthia turned her head back to Alice, picked up the dagger, and without hesitation, cut open her stomach. She tried to flip out the antidote, but it had already been absorbed by Alice' s body. There was nothing left. Cynthia collapsed to the ground in grief. Her hands were covered in blood. Harson had been so disgusted that he vomited. But King Louis actually went up and hugged her without a second thought.

Angela gave her a smile and asked curiously, “I just came to know that Designer Cynthia is a single mother. Is this true? I wouldn’t have guessed!” “Yes, it’s true. Although she’s only twenty four, her child is already three years old.” The front desk employee was a huge gossip. Moreover, considering Angela’s noble status, it was an honor for her to talk to Angela. Angela was shocked. Three years old? How did Cynthia manage to spring up a three year old kid? “Is it a boy or a girl?” “It’s a handsome little boy. That child is really good looking! He’s the most good looking and handsome kid I’ve ever seen.”

I moved my head but Cynthia held it. “I can’t wait to watch it," Cynthia smiled devilishly. “Maybe Darius would accept you when this bitch is already dead. You can now claim the crown of being a queen” Cynthia uttered. I regret trusting her. She acted like a saint in front of me but she’s actually the devil. Everything she showed me was just an act. I didn’t even notice that. “Of course. That’s why I make this moment unforgettable for you” Rachelle uttered , ready to cut my skin.

Cynthia asked frantically, pulling a white rag out of a bowl of water and squeezing it. Anima lay on a bed beside her, gritting her teeth in pain. Her eyes were closed, and her face was covered in sweat. Her entire body was hot to the touch, but she shivered vigorously like she was inside a refrigerator. “Quickly, get me some more hot water, and tell Annabelle to hurry up with the soup already. Also, give Mirabelle a call and ask her, What the heck is taking her trip to the pharmacy so long?” Cynthia said to the maid that stood beside her, handing the bowl over to her.

Wonderful " thought Rose. She was the last thing she wanted to see. " Who is that bitch?" asked Lizal "Yeah that's Cynthia Davis. She is a Alpha's daughter. Oh get this she keeps telling everyone that Alpha Kyle is going to make her his Luna." "hmmm" " Well good evening Cynthia." said Rose in hopes of being polite. " I told you to call me Luna." growled Cynthia " Oh did you met your mate? " smiled Lizal

“I’m looking forward to seeing her at the wedding.” The clicking of her stiletto heels down the hall announces Cynthia’s arrival before she walks in. She’s wearing a form-fitting red dress, and her long, straight hair is swinging down her back. Her almond-shaped eyes flick between us as she walks to the fridge. Her stride doesn’t falter for a second. “Gentlemen,” she says smoothly, pulling out a bottle of kombucha. “Cynthia.” I give her a nod. “Hello,” says Bob.

Cynthia said to me looking frightened. "He." who is he? I wanted to ask her. She noticed the confused look on my face. "The demon king is keeping Riana captive in his cave found in the blood forest. I will try to keep him busy so you better rescue Riana quickly." Cynthia said to me then disappeared. I first had my doubts thinking why I should believe her as my mother could just have sent her here to make me turn on my humanity. But then again why she was able to do magic like a real witch, wasn't she a werewolf?

She began tearing through Cynthia's room, leaving her belongings in utter disarray. After she failed to find what she was looking for in the room, her gaze soon fell upon a small ceramic doll on the desk. "What's this?" she asked, frowning. My heart pounded, and I stumbled forward in panic. "Don't touch that! That's something Cynthia left for me!"