Ash X Cynthia Novels & Stories

Its beautiful but the flowers stamped everywhere are a tad taky for my taste. The sound of fingers snapping jerks my attention from the details of the room"go fetch my breakfast girl" regina mumbles not bothing to look at me or unlock her painted lips from filex.They are out right going at it right in front of me. The rage boiling inside of me had me biting me tounge to keep my mouth shut. servant or not its down right disrespectful servant or not such things are meant behind closed doors.Such boldness is frowned apon expecially for a high lady. Rushing to the door i Leave with a short" yes ma'ma. I have no disire to watch miss high and mighty throw herself at filex."Gross" i think to mysel

So much that they believed he was a David against a Goliath, even if they ironically never gave the mortal Bible an inch of the value they give their moon goddess. To them, the Alpha was the chosen of the goddess they praised. To them, he was their hope. But their hope... 'Their hope...' she thought. What would be left of them if she were to diminish their hope? "Xavier," Adeline tremblingly whispered. "He..." Should she lie? But could she lie at all? "He is gone." She couldn't. The whole cellar was quiet—not even a single gasp. No one spoke for a whole hour. Save for the rare sniffs, only the continous howls of the wind sounded, as though a ghost of a wolf's call.

I tried calling Xander’s phone again and luckily enough, he picked the call this time around. “Ashely what’s wrong? Why are you calling me this time of the night?.” Xander asked immediately if he picked the call. I was already about to faint and so I managed to say into the phone; “ I… drugged! ..club!!” I said before I finally fainted.

Cynthia's heartbeat stopped when Azrail exposed her neck and started giving wet kisses on her neck. "D..did you like it?" she asked nervously biting her lower lip. Azrail who was kissing her neck like a starved animal halted hearing her. "What" he asked, caressing her naked back. "The t..tattoo " she said with a shy smile. Azrail became shocked hearing her.He observed her exposed neck. No, there is nothing. Is she mistaken? he thought. "There is nothing," He said as she turned her back with widened eyes. Cynthia looks at the mirror. She is only in her black bra.Her perky breasts are slightly covered.But she doesn't care.

"Asher, do you understand how dangerous that girl is? She—" "She’s not dangerous," Asher interrupted, his voice rising with the frustration he had been holding back. "You don’t know her. You never did." Camilla stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "But she drugged you, Asher! That’s what Cassius said. She drugged you at that party, and that’s why you—" "She didn’t drug me," Asher snapped, cutting her off. His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the intensity behind it. "Someone else did; she wasn’t trying to manipulate me. Whatever you think happened, you’re wrong."

Something deep. Behind him, Cynthia gasped loudly. “What? That’s impossible! She’s an omega! She cannot carry the heir. This is a mistake!” Her words filled the room like poison again, but Axel turned his head slowly toward her. His eyes burned, cold and dangerous. “Say another word,” he growled, “and you won’t be allowed to stand in this house again.” Cynthia’s face went pale. She took a step back, trembling. I blinked up at him, tears filling my eyes. My voice came out weak, broken. “Pregnant…? I… I can’t… Axel… I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you. I can’t—”

“Saturday,” Cynthia knows she shouldn't do this, but what other choice does she have?

Cynthia can ask them all to kill themselves, and Dylan's quite sure they wouldn't even bat an eye doing it. "Stop! Enough!" Dylan yelled and was about to pull Zach back when Cynthia had a sudden burst of glitter dust that Dylan almost lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he was just in time to see the dust outlining something surrounding Selena. The next he noticed was Cynthia's unconscious body sprawled on the sofa. Zach scoffed. "Looks like someone else has a secret." "Aye, mate," Dylan said, torn between finding his voice and his wits. He's still feeling dizzy from Cynthia's… Whatever that is.

Craig said proudly. Lana spoke without looking up. “Craig, if you don’t have work to do, I can find something for you. We love you both together, just not when the sexual tension is still so much.” Craig immediately sat up straighter. “I’m suddenly very busy, thank you very much.” Victoria smirked. “Amazing recovery.” The moment the clock struck 4 o'clock, Craig was the first one to stand up, cracking all the bones in his body. “Finally! I will see you witches tomorrow, hopefully.” He said, stuffing his laptop in his bag and strutting off as he whistled ‘Oh happy day' and occasionally threw a step or two.