Cecily Smith Novels & Stories

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.

Richard Gray shook his head and said helplessly: "You don't have much time. I advise you to try to get James Smith's forgiveness. James Smith is my brother. I will only heal you if he asks me to heal you." Asking James Smith's forgiveness? She shook her head self-deprecatingly, remembering the disgust James Smith looked at her. It might be even harder than getting to the sky. Seeing Rachel West leaving without looking back, Richard Gray's heart was inexplicably shocked. This woman really wasn't like this before. Now it's a bit melancholy that she has become such a person when she’s not a ghost. "Diana, what about James Smith?" Rachel West looked around the villa without seeing James Smith or

"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

she teased. "You're not my friend- we're not friends." I corrected, "I don't even know your name." "Fine then," she dropped her fork and extended her arm to me, blocking me from taking another bite of my pizza, "I'm Celeste." I knew what she was doing, this friend thing was all a ruse, I've had a bunch of other girls come to me asking to be my friend then going ahead, without my say, to plan a sleepover at my house like I wasn't even there, "Look, if you're trying to be friends with me to get with Blake, you can just come out and say that."

I am sick and tired of being that friend who is a constant cheerleader and always happy. Because I am not happy. Elizabeth hated Hank. She keeps insisting that Hank led me on and then, just ghosted me and how I was too blind to see something like that. I honestly think I misunderstood his actions, maybe he is just a person who touches people a lot or looks them in their eyes when he talks. But Elizabeth doesn’t like him at all and I didn’t argue with her because she is crazy. I mean I love her but she is crazy and high on baby hormones.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

Hypocrisy at every turn! It took nearly everything in me to not scowl as I slowly made my way through to a drink stand. “Eliot Beckett,” a voice calling barely a moment later. The smiling face of a vibrant young lady soon came into view. Cecilia Vale, current heiress of Fountaine Media Group. Our strong competitor and an awfully audacious woman that has never failed to made her advances known. If you know what I mean. “Cecilia,” I greeted curtly, rising my glass. Which she returned with a bashful smile of her own. “I almost doubted it was you for a moment. Surprised really, that you’re here. Your wife? I don’t see her”

Madam Cecil threw her hands up in the air and shook her head, flabbergasted as to why Amber was acting the way she did. “Do you have anything else to wear?” she asked, looking at the puddle of water forming under Amber’s feet. Amber shook her head, her mind still reeling from the fact that Liam Smith could very well be the murderer. The older woman tsked and stepped over to help Amber dry up. Madam Cecil was probably only a decade or more older than Amber, but her touch was a motherly one. “I’ll go get Fabian. He was looking for you earlier.”

"Goerge said I should give you my details, so you can set an appointment with me when he is ready, so he won't forget" Cecilia said and the secretary smiled. "You know I am really important to your boss, so don't let him forget our set date" she added and the secretary smiled again. Cecilia called out her digits and the secretary wrote it down. "What's the name, ma'am?" She said and Cecilia proudly responsed. "Cecilia Martins" she said and the secretary looked up immediately like she was bewitched. "You mean Cecilia Martins, the renowned ex wife of the CEO. The woman who left her daughter when she was just three month."