Ash X Cynthia Novels & Stories

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.

The officer was absolutely beautiful. "And who are you, Beautiful?" asked Alexander , smiling at the black eye office. "Uh... Ashly Chand . I am Ashly. Those are my siblings, Ohm and Man. And the girl is Zia," stuttered Ashly "Ashly , ?" asked Alexander . "Yeah. I know we're supposed to notify you before entering on your territory, but we tracked him here and didn't have a chance. If you want to report us to the high authority -" "That won't be necessary," said Alexander , "I'm not an unreasonable man. As a matter of fact, I should thank you for getting rid of the trash for me. Why don't you let me take you out for dinner?"

Cynthia froze. Ari’s breath caught in her throat. He looked tired. Haunted. Relieved. Their eyes locked. For a moment, no one spoke. Then— “I said I’d give you space,” Alex said quietly, “but I needed to see you were okay.” Ari swallowed. “How did you find me?” “I looked.” The simplicity of his answer hit harder than anything else. Cynthia cleared her throat. “I’ll… organize the back shelves.” She disappeared. Now it was just them.

Although she did not have nefarious reasons for hanging out with her school senior, she knew Victoria might tell Meadow that she saw her hanging out with Cynthia, who happened to be her husband's ex. Everyone knew how crazy Ethan was for Cynthia. Although Ashley would have loved to give Meadow a complex, she did not want to seem that obvious. They got a table in the small cafe, and a waitress came to take their order. They both ordered an iced coffee, and the waitress left. "So, how have you been?" Ashely asked Cynthia, and Cynthia shrugged. Cynthia looked at her and smiled. Ashley was fourteen when she broke up with Ethan and left the pack. Cynthia was only nineteen then.

Cynthia tried to focus on her locker, anything to distract herself from the ache in her chest. That’s when she heard it laughter. Familiar, low, and annoyingly confident. She froze. Xavier was there. Leaning against a wall near the courtyard, surrounded by a few friends. And beside him a girl. Tall, sleek, and effortlessly pretty. She was laughing at something he’d said, lightly touching his arm. Xavier didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned closer, whispering something that made her giggle again. Cynthia’s throat went dry.

Axel Lancaster My blood boiled with an intensity I could hardly contain as I watched Xena walk away with Asher. The audacity of my own men, laying their hands on her, sent my anger skyrocketing. Storming into Xena's office, my thoughts were consumed by the outrageous incident, ready to confront Asher for his reckless actions. Yet, the moment he explained the situation, my anger took an unexpected turn, shifting to an entirely different target.

Bloody splattered all over Lance and landed on both Jack and Warren. “Strike one” Laughed Lance and he lifted the axe and swung again. By the third swing the guy has fainted. Lance finished with the leg and then they threw a bucket of ice water on him to wake him up. “It’s not bedtime yet” Laughed Jack “What should be bet on next? Your ear or your testicle?” “Shit he is on a roll” I gasped. “It’s been a while since we had some one captured, I hope that they leave him alive so we can have some fun too” Grant grumbled.

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

His face was covered in rough stubble and dark soot from the laboratory fire, but his gold eyes were locked onto her with a lethal, unhinged focus that pinned her to the spot. "Alexander!" Cynthia gasped, her hand flying to her throat as her face turned an ungodly shade of pale. She instantly forced her eyes to fill with tears, her voice dropping into a hyperventilating whisper. "Oh my god, Alex! You're alive! The pack elders said you were killed in the Mafia ambush last night! I've been sitting here praying to the goddess—" "Shut up, Cynthia," Alexander growled, his baritone voice a low, window-rattling rumble that caused the crystal chandeliers overhead to vibrate violently.

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.