Cecil Gershwin Palmer Novels & Stories

Cecil felt as if she has heard the funniest joke on earth, “Haha, Lynn do you really wish to challenge me? Fine, there is a piano right over there. Let us have a showdown. If I win, I dare you to leave the music world for good.” Sheila, who had literally jogged over almost fainted when she heard Cecil. Too late, she had been too late. She heaved heavily as she spoke, “What is the point of competing?” She sent Emmy an angry glare before she looked at Cecil, “Cecil, how dare you want to have showdown with Lynn? You two are not even on the same level!” When Cecil heard that, she sneered, “Sheila, was Lynn qualified to collaborate with Graund back then? Shall I do you a favor and tell everyone e

The sound of applause rang in the area. Cecil, in his mink coat and smoking a cigar, had a beautiful woman in his arms when he walked out from the entrance. His face was full of sinister arrogance. “Well done! I didn’t expect Theo to find a capable helper like you.” Cecil laughed as a trace of menace flashed across his eyes. When he could not get Joe on the phone before, Cecil realized that something was wrong. He hurried back to the hotel to gather all the men he had brought.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema