Angelica Rugrats Doll Cynthia Novels & Stories

Aina pov: (8 years later) I sat on the couch, my pregnant belly heavy and prominent. The room was filled with an air of tranquility, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm embrace over everything. It was in this moment of quietude that Bella, my little daughter, came running towards me with an expression of distress on her face. "Mummy, Bella took my doll," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. My heart skipped a beat as I registered her words. Rita's favorite doll, the one she cherished dearly, was missing, taken by her older sister.

Her boobs were as big as Elara's. “I have my own mission, alpha… I just hope you comply.” She said, cat walking her way towards me with a seductive look. “I don't understand…” I furrowed my eyes. “What part don't you understand? I need you to do as I say… Maybe…Just maybe… we can have what we both want. I know you want your Luna… I want your cock.” Cynthia purred. She reached close enough, she unclipped her bra and her boobs fell out … bouncing so sexily… Making my cock twitch.

The abuse she faced from a young age has messed her up so bad that her brain doesn't understand how bad of a situation she is in. He stops after who knows how many strikes, her body as completely given up on her, she tries to breathe with difficulty, leaning her whole body on the pillar. The pain is so excruciating, and it hurts more as she knows there's a satisfactory grin on his face. He comes in front of her, after stripping the black formal shirt and the black formal pants he had on. Alex takes off the tie that was tied around her torso and pushes her down on her knees. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes; he looks down at her with a playful smirk on his face. She slowly looks dow

"I am simply gathering what I need to survive my departure, just as the Alpha permitted. I have twenty-two days left, and I am utilizing them to ensure I never have a reason to return. You have won the crown, Lady Cynthia. You do not need to keep fighting a war that is already over." Cynthia’s face twisted in unbridled rage, her hand flying out to grab the glass jar from Evelyn’s hand and smashing it violently against the stone floor. "Don't you dare speak to me with that pathetic, clinical tone! You are a useless, broken human who trapped my mate for three years. I will see you crawl out of this territory on your knees before the thirty days are up."

I think it was that night at the movie theater. Finally, I would get my little girl. I needed a partner in crime to get back at the boys. And I really hoped I could get at least one child who resembled me. She was born on a beautiful April morning. Chocolate brown hair, golden eyes, and a perfect pouty little mouth. Angelica Kostov-Black was my adorable little doll baby. My mirror image, and just like her mama, she was head over heels in love with Xander and Alexi.

I growl, my body shaking as I advance toward the Alpha’s daughter. Cynthia gets off the ground and pounces at me but I am fast to attack her. I punched her in the face many times and kicked her. I grab her neck and lift her off the ground even though she is a few inches taller than me. I threw her into the nearest wall. She is no quitter so she charges at me but before she can reach me, she is restrained by Jenny, she grabbed from her neck and lift her up with so much ease while she struggled to breathe, with much struggle she finally let go.

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.

We hadn’t brought back Aliyah. Daemon led me down to the dungeon, and every step I took, doubt gnawed at me. He was a demon, after all—masterful at deception. But when we reached the room, there she was. Cynthia, tied to a chair, blood dripping from a wound on her neck, a grotesque chunk of flesh torn away. I glanced at Daemon, but all he did was shrug. “I got carried away.” He said. She was almost as pale as a demon; maybe that was because she had lost a lot of blood.

She carefully opened the bag and pulled out piece of clothing in it. It was a shiny black Elisabetta Franchi belted jumpsuit with a smooth turtleneck. It must be said Bernice really did her homework, Cynthia quickly wore it and pulled out a pair of five inched heels and stood in front of her small dressing mirror, "Bernice you.." Cynthia exclaimed as she admired what she saw in the mirror. Most of the scars on her body had disappeared, she had worked so hard in the past years to remove any trace of Justin in her life. Cynthia smiled at her reflection, "since we got ourselves in this, let's go see how it turns out, it doesn't hurt getting connections with Valerie Summer, just one more plus".

Alice was going to reach the exit door of the throne room when the guards sectioned there suddenly pulled open the large door and a happy looking girl walked in. She had very nice brown hair and has a very pretty face that looked innocent, she was in fact princess Cynthia Alexandria of Mariposa and everyone adored her, she was the one and only daughter of queen Helen and she is treasured so much although she had a very foul charecter that most of the town people hate, but they could do nothing but only obey her when she orders them or their heads will be served to queen Helen on a plate. Cynthia was whistling as she walked in and didn't notice Alice who was dressed in all black and a veil co