Cardin Winchester Novels & Stories

Niall Winchester, the one and only heir of the Winchester family, wasn’t just any man in Riverton City. He was the man. The Winchesters weren’t only wealthy; they were power itself. Everyone knew that without them, Riverton wouldn’t be half the city it was today. They were the backbone, the force, the reason it stood as one of the largest and most influential cities in the entire country. And Niall? He was their crown jewel.

Benjamin would never forgive Halton if he let Winchester’s name go to ruin again. He deleted all the footage of that day. Alexandra wouldn’t care to check it unless someone made her suspicious. He then contacted the morgue where Benjamin’s postmortem would be conducted. Catherine paid a hefty amount to keep the real cause of death under the wraps and instead it was falsely stated in the reports that Benjamin Winchester died because of a heart failure.

He got into his car, started it, and drove away, tears blurring the road. Christy no longer felt like shopping. She turned around and went back inside. While Winchester was in his study, the butler entered and reported, “Franklin has apologized. He’s also decided to acknowledge your relationship with Christy. He’s completely given up on her and chosen to move on.” Winchester tapped the desk with his knuckles and remained silent for several minutes. At last, he gave his instructions: “Pass down the order—restore his cards and reinstate his position in the company immediately.”

My drink arrived and I drank it while waiting for his reply. "I'll let Wayne know. Not Josh, he is probably siding with Andrew too. Where are you, I'll pick you up." He replied back and I texted him the address. I waited for half an hour before I saw his Aston Martin Vantage. Rolling my eyes, I walked out of the coffee shop holding the book with my phone inside and my drink. Hopping in, I asked if he checked his car for some hidden cameras and tracking devices which he nodded and told me there was none.

Those present left the cemetery, the rain falling cold on the Winchesters and Elizabeth's boyfriend, Robert, who held the arm of his beloved Betsy. We have to go, my dear- said Robert- you nurses if you continue under this storm, you same Earl of Winchester, come on, I'll take you home- Elizabeth nodded and wiped her last tears, Lord Winchester walked with a slow and solemn step, a part of his heart had remained in that cold grave that at that time was being bathed by the rain of the cold and frozen autumn of the London capital.

I needed to go southeast towards the rebellion, not southwest. We had already reached the border of Cardinal city’s district, or should I say ‘Osprey city.’ Usually, this would have been at least a two-day ride on horseback or carriage. I was making good time, but I still didn’t know where my wings were taking me, other than they were not taking me where I wanted to go.

Here I am inside a gun storage with a lot of displayed guns, different types of guns. I took a pistol to see if it was a real or just an airsoft gun, but when I removed the magazine it contained ammo. I couldn’t believe looking around me. I looked at the height of the wall where there was a name written. "Rifle Winchester's Assets," I read in writing. I returned the gun to its former container and immediately exited the gun storage. I fixed the wall so that no one would notice then. I took the SD card out of the drawer before I left the room.

Cardin I stood outside my window, overlooking the guests, some from Mexico, Santiago and here in New York. Of course everybody wants to see Cardin Velvet tie the knot. Seven months later, everybody carried on with their lives as if the war that happened three months ago didn't happen. I can't never forget the man who sacrificed his life for me, who took the silver knife meant for my heart. The same silver knife that I used to plug Emily's heart out making sure that she won't survive it this time. Even though I haven't known him for so long, I know that I'll definitely miss him. Seth Velvet my brother.

As a slave who had spent most of my time working indoors, I had never had the chance to connect with people or learn about the world beyond my immediate surroundings. Xander leaned forward, his grey eyes intense. “It’s a group of people who are still loyal to the Cardinal bloodline,” he said. “After King Cardinal was killed and Osprey took over, they believed that a Cardinal had managed to escape the massacre. But apparently, they lost her when Osprey’s men raided the village she hid in. They’ve been searching for her ever since.” As he spoke, my heart began to race. Could he be talking about me?