Novel & Cerita Ash X Cynthia

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.

“Keep us hidden from any guards!” “Yeah, yeah.” Opening the door, we made our way to the cold air. Snow had started falling. “Best part is I am going to be delivering you to Astra on a silver platter before the stupid eclipse! I will get rewarded!” Cynthia sang in a whisper. “With what? A potion to make you pretty to look at?” I laughed. Cynthia tried to punch me, but her fist barely made contact with my cheek. “Fuck you!” “Oh, ouch!” I faked as I rubbed my cheek.

Cynthia did not look human any more. "C-Cynthia... are y-you alright?" Faith stutters, shaking slightly. Another inhuman growl rips from the black of Cynthia's throat, as her eyes snap up to focus on Faith's, who was sure she was looking into two swirling pools of darkness, waiting to draw her into the depths of hell. Cynthia's lips fold back revealing two very long, very sharp canines, gleaming in the light and looking ready to rip into Faith's flesh. She gulps at this thought. Surely she was dreaming. This was just... impossible! But then a drip of blood dribbles from Faith's finger onto the floor, and Faith felt as though time had frozen as Cynthia leapt from her chair and at Faith, merci

" Wait, Carmilla said. You mean Cynthia and the driver are no more? The man shook his head. Keisha slowly moved away from them. Keisha, my dear! Carmilla Followed. Keisha held the wall for support. Cynthia had fallen victim to Sebastian's thirst for revenge, she thought feeling heart Broken and confused. Cynthia was the kindest and jovial human being. She didn't deserve to die and neither did the driver, thoughts played in Keisha's mind. " Mommy….. Keisha's mouth pursed into a loud cry. Despair and anger filled her heart. They didn't deserve this! They will pay for this! She clenched her fists and her jaw, the huge to punch someone was just too much. She trembled and found it hard to swallow

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.

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—”

For some reason, I had a bad feeling. Cynthia winced again and her face turned red, "My back, it's like something is walking on my back. Can you check for me, please?" She asked, naturally to Austin, of course! Austin, without thinking and like the naive jerk that he was, bent forward. She covered her front with the bed cover and raised her shirt at the back for only Austin to see. My face shone with anger. I was so angry that I felt like I might punch something there, but I held it in and watched as Cynthia continued pretending like someone was indeed wrong with her. How I wished there was indeed a cockroach walking on her back!

I unsealed the plastic with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. The faint, sweet scent of her perfume jasmine and rain was completely washed away. It smelled only of cold sea salt and burnt diesel. A sharp, violent crack tore through the quiet room. I spun around and hurled the crystal decanter of scotch sitting on the bar directly into the glass fireplace. The heavy crystal shattered into a hundred jagged pieces, amber liquor spraying across the white marble hearth like blood. "Lucian!" A soft, frantic voice broke through the silence. Chloe Montgomery stepped into the entryway, her fragile frame wrapped in a delicate cream cashmere cardigan. Her hazel eyes were wide with dramatic tearful conc