Cedric Novels & Stories

His eyes widened and his face froze in shock as he backed into the wall, panting. Oh, God! His jaw went slack as horror transformed his face. There was no mistake. Cedric is… T-Murek.

"Cedric, on se revoit. We meet again." "And oh! Forgive my manners, let me give the introductions since my old friend decided to keep you in the dark. I'm Lucindo D Aboville."

Yasmin echoed, ignoring Cherum and hanging on to that one word. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused by his statement. “Why are you calling me your princess?” I asked. He smiles warmly, “Because that’s what you are.” He bows gracefully, completely unfazed by being naked while doing so. I tried to avert my eyes and I heard Yasmin mutter an “Oh my,” behind me, followed by a deep growl from Percy. The man straightens up, his perfect and white teeth glistening in the sunlight, “My name is Cedric, Princess, and I am here to serve and protect you.”

Tiffany says robotically as she shoves a bottle of wine my direction. "That's what he said," Geni mumbles behind me. I ignore her and smile at Tiffany, hoping she didn't hear. Judging by the look on her face and the way Rowen squeezes her shoulder, I think we all heard her. "I'm glad you could be here." I take the wine and look at the label. "Petrolo Galatrona 2013 straight from Tuscany. Wow. This is a great year." "You know wine?" she asks, brows crinkling. "With the way you suck down those yard-long margaritas, I thought all you liked were cheap drinks."

he takes a remote from his pocket and hits a button, “two-way mirrors.” He sets the remote down and looks at me. “Have you figured out what type of shifter I am yet, Mr. Thierry?” “Call me Cedric. And I’d guess polar bear.” Tana’s answering smile tells me I’m right. “A very good guess, Cedric. And I’m Edur. Now, do you know anything about polar bears?” He asks. “You like the cold?” “Oh yes." His eyes light up with a menacing twinkle. "We love the cold.”

He seemed to remember that name spoken by George before. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.. I was wrong.. I know I don't deserve everything you.. your friend gave me. I.. I disappointed him, I betrayed him. But believe me, although I know you will never believe me, I'm regretting everything. I loved you.. your friend. I swear..! If only I can turned back the time, I will never do that, Icky.." Cedric manage to deliver those words while crying. He even tried to touch him but he stepped back.

“Adrian is both a werewolf, and a lycan.” Shock and disbelief flitted across Julius’ face before a frown darkened his features. “He sought me out, he wanted to make me his chosen mate…” My voice trailed off as horrific memories tried to force themselves to the forefront of my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing them away as I tried to keep my breath even, which became rather difficult to do as a growl rumbled from within Julius’ chest. It was clear by the way the muscles in his jaw flexed that he was trying with maximum effort to subdue his reaction.

Frederick glanced at him, somewhat admiring, and asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Cedric Graham," Cedric introduced himself solemnly, "I was once a general under the command of Lord Seiryu. He specifically tasked me with serving you, Mr. Lester, with full dedication." Frederick nodded nonchalantly, pondering over the name. Cedric Graham was the manager of the Golden Coast residential area. The name sounded somewhat similar to the manager in Prospera Corporation, Ivan Graham. However, in reality, the two were worlds apart – Cedric was a formidable tiger, while

“It’s … It’s Young Master Volker!” “So it was you, Cedric,” Regis muttered bitterly. Yes, the man was Cedric Volker—Alejandro Volker’s second son. And more shocking than his betrayal, Cedric was standing on his own two feet, no wheelchair in sight.

❤️ The Enemy of My Enemy ❤️ "Hmm, you don't have to keep reminding me that you are weak, Malgron," Cedric said, his voice flat and dismissive. He turned his back, walking over to the heavy oak table to pick up another pitcher. He poured himself a fresh drink, the thick liquid splashing against the sides of his clean goblet. "I already know that. I have always known that. You really do not need to keep saying it out loud."