Ash X Cynthia Novels & Stories

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

I shout, voice carrying farther than it should, “listen to me.” Fear ripples—but so does attention. “Go inside. Close your doors. Don’t watch. Don’t panic. This thing feeds on it.” A woman sobs, “Who are you?” I swallow. “Elora Vance,” I say. “And I won’t let it hurt you.” The words feel insane.They also feel true. The creature lunges. I raise my hand without thinking. The silver flares—solid now. The air between us hardens like glass. The creature slams into it, screeching as the barrier burns its skin.

Godly. Alpha Xavier Ashford was not a God, but a man. It was that realization that kept me from reacting when he finally broke the silence and spoke. “You haven’t killed the girl yet, Hael. Never have you toyed with your prey for this long, or in this…fashion.” I didn’t so much as blink, but that didn’t stop him from sneering at me. “Yes, I can scent her on you. It’s concerning to say the least, and we both know how I handle concerns such as these.”

He exited the office. Asher heard a knock on his door, he wondered if Ray had forgotten something. But before he could mutter a come in, the person behind the door walked in. Cynthia strolled in like she owned the office and he resisted the urge to slap his forehead. Cynthia was one of his slut but a persistent one. She is an actress. They had met in one of the Galas he had been invited to, he had taken interest in her and slept with her for about two months. The relationship had been ended by Catty when she got back from a business trip that she had gone for in the Caribbean’s. Her absence had made the relationship last that long, more so because Cynthia was an unresisting human. Nothing sh

Xanthus had always thought they were the best partner for each other, but he lost the courage to love again with Jared's appearance this time. Seeing Cynthia crying her heart out, Xanthus could only ask, "What's your plan? Do you want to go back?" Cynthia shook her head. She didn't know what to do either. After all, those who had died were her family. Even if they had done things that broke her heart, she still couldn't turn a blind eye. Cynthia passed out after crying for a few hours. Xanthus managed to wake her up with first aid but still sent her to the hospital, still worried. He even checked her heart rate and made sure she was okay before sitting down in the ward for a while.

And it worked perfectly. Cassandra had also predicted her coming back. So they went back to the mansion. But as they got there. She spread her legs apart to review her cunt. Being a long time since he had sex. He had aroused and had given her the very thing she wanted but Cynthia had dashed in seeing them in the state. And none of them worried. He had given her the wolfsbane to put in his drink. He heard a sound that conscious him. The glass cups have fallen and had pierced Cynthia's skin. Blood gushed out of her. she groaned and her groan had conscious him. He felt bad for punishing her.

Sandro explained in a hurry. Asher was stunned to hear this news. 'Bryan Killed Miss White? But why?' he wondered with shock. He knows that Bryan is not a good guy, but killing someone? Asher realized how dangerous Bryan Smith is. Some how, he was not shocked to hear about Cynthia's death. He already guessed that she might not be safe. But he hid it from Aria, so that she wouldn't be hurt. Now, he is feeling sad for Aria, as she couldn't spend some time with her mother.

I just run straight into Alexander’s arms. He catches me, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me into a spin to shield me. Then— The sharp, terrible sound of a gunshot. I freeze. I don’t know who it hit. I don’t even know if I’m breathing. Then I see her… Cynthia. Her body slumps against the tree. A jagged branch juts through her stomach. Blood soaks her dress. Her mouth hangs open in shock. She’s still. Lifeless. Gone.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you shout at me? Do you believe that with just one word from me, you'll be kneeling on a washboard when you get home? Get the hell out of here!" Cynthia said this and pushed Alex a few times, but she could not shake him away with that little strength of hers. She rolled her eyes and suddenly raised her right knee, with the intention to attack Alex's crotch. Alex had expected her to do this. He did not even look and used his hand to press down and grabbed her right thigh with accuracy. He then leaned forward and zeroed in on her. "Son of a b*tch, you…” Cynthia’s forehead was sweating as she realized she was unable to resist and unable to escape. She asked u