Cecil Terwilliger Novels & Stories

Howard staggered and narrowly missed hitting his head on the wall as he fell to the ground. He spat out and realized his saliva had turned bloody. “Damn…when did you get so much strength….” He groaned as he clutched his chin. He looked up to see Eleanor glaring down at him. “I told you don’t touch my stickers! Stay the heck away from my stuff! Hand them back to me this minute!” “No…” he refused, hiding the stickers behind him. Eleanor became very furious. Her fists clenched and her breathing suddenly hiked heavily.

Uncle Brody says and I nod as I walk off to my destination: Annie's Pretzels. As I made my way to the pretzel line, I noticed it wasn't that long so I just stood and waited for about two minutes until I was next up to say my order. I got plain bite size pretzels and a lemonade. The cashier told me how much I owed and I gave her the money. After receiving my little snack, I begin to walk around until I saw Victoria Secret. I was finished with my food and was going to throw it away before entering as I didn't want to be eating and drinking while touching on clothes. That would be a lot of germ problems for me.

Cecily had an uneasy feeling that Diane's gaze wasn't very friendly, which contrasted with the gracious and elegant woman she had seen earlier when Diane was making tea. The intense, almost burning, stare gave her goosebumps. It didn't make sense. Would the wife of the CEO of the Harris family conglomerate hold a grudge against her for winning a single round of golf? It sounded unreasonable to Cecily. Just when Cecily was feeling restless, a pleasant voice, like a gentle breeze, floated into her ears. "Mrs. Turner has won so many times; should we not treat her?" Cecily was taken aback and looked up at Terence. She met his star-like eyes, and his smiling expression was incredibly comforting.

"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

"Oh yes, let me introduce you. This is my future mother-in-law, Mrs. Cecile West. Ma'am, this is Tera, Sebastian Lim's PA, the owner of the Trust Group!" Tera smiled politely, realizing that the beautiful woman was the highest queen within the West clan. She was the one who controlled everything. She was a powerful wife and mother who was respected by her husband and children, not because she was the main owner, but because she was the beloved wife and the most respected mother. Tera had heard all those rumors from Sebastian, especially from Mrs. herlinda. "I'm Tera Vic, ma'am!" "I'm Cicile. Nice to meet you, trustworthy young girl. It seems that Mrs. Herlinda has mentioned you before."

“I don’t have twenty. I was hoping you would say ten or five.” “That’s nothing. No one would bet five dollars.” “I would.” “Okay, tell me a valuable thing you can get for five dollars.” “A lot. You can get a king size Snicker’s bar for that.” “You would spend five dollars on that? You are slow. If you’re going to get a king size candy, get Hersheys.” Suddenly, we’re arguing about candy and five dollars. It's like watching toddlers fighting over their favorite toy. As they keep arguing, I spot Marcelo doing dumbbell curls. I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo.

Now that he was gone, it felt like the ground beneath me had shifted, leaving me unsteady and unsure. As the final words of Beta Alvin's eulogy faded into the wind, Clinton and I stepped forward together. I could feel the eyes of the pack on us, their collective grief mirrored in their silent gazes. The weight of our shared loss pressed down on me, but Clinton's presence beside me gave me strength. With our fingers intertwined, we approached the coffin. Clinton placed his bouquet first, the pristine white flowers stood out against the dark wood as he gently placed them on top. I followed his lead, my hands trembling slightly as I added my own flowers to the growing pile.

he hears his dad's voice, making him jump in place after being startled. "Pops... Wh- what are you doing here?" he says, taking a step back. His dad, Caleb sits on the small recliner, with a glass of whisky in his right hand. Caleb takes a swig of the warm poison, hissing as he places the glass back on the small table next to the recliner.

Helplessly, he turned to Theo and said, “Mr. Theo, there’s only one room left on the seventh floor. However, it has already been reserved by Mr. Cecil Dane of the South River District. Can Mr. Clarke perhaps stay on the sixth floor instead?” Cecil Dane was ranked third among all major forces in the South River District! In the community, he was known as a ruthless character! His methods were most brutal! The power under his influence was quite substantial. With more than a dozen fraternities, there were hundreds of people in total under him. Moreover, Cecil and Theo were rivals! Theo frowned. He was unhappy at hearing Cecil’s name. He turned to Philip and asked, “Mr. Clarke, what do you thin