Cessily Kincaid Novels & Stories

she replied graciously, meeting Madame Rima’s gaze without wavering. “I must admit, I was quite surprised to learn that Cassidy is a Knowles,” Jefferson Holt said suddenly, his eyes lingering on Cassie with open interest. “She wasn’t using the name when my son introduced her to me. I only learned of it earlier—from CEO Red Knowles.” “There’s a complicated reason behind that, CEO Holt,” Cassie said lightly, shrugging as though the matter were inconsequential. Madame Rima did not miss her cue. “Cassie is our maid’s daughter,” she interjected smoothly. “Daisy Greene passed away during childbirth, and since she had no family in Bay City, we chose to adopt her newborn—Cassidy.”

Brian smiled, feeling satisfied that at least she won't fall prey to Cynthia's schemes easily. Celebrating her way to victory by proving that Miss Ricks was actually Grey's ex-wife, Cynthia left for the market immediately to get stuff for tomorrow's dinner. Knowing that the former Lila has an allergy to garlic and ginger, she ensured that she bought enough garlic and ginger spice to add to the food she'll be preparing.

As the chairman, he would only go to the company when something important happened. As soon as Wendy entered the room, she saw Kelly holding a cup of water and placing it in front of Kincaid. However, Kincaid looked disgusted as he said, "Don't you even know how to make tea? What use do you have?" The corner of Kelly's mouth twitched. Just as she was about to change his cup again, she caught a glimpse of Wendy standing at the door. "Wendy? Why are you back?"

I needed a distraction—something to shake off the lingering weight of Silas’s presence. The house loomed in the distance, a sprawling mansion that felt more like a fortress. Its stone facade glinted in the sunlight, every window a pair of unblinking eyes that seemed to follow me as I walked toward it. I knew my mom was inside somewhere, likely still basking in the glow of her new life. Kendall Clausen, soon-to-be Luna of this pack. It was still surreal. The smell of fresh bread and roasted coffee hit me the moment I stepped through the doors, the warmth of the kitchen wrapping around me like a familiar hug. I made my way there, hoping to find some kind of reprieve in the humdrum normalcy of

she mumbled under her breath, turning back to her original position. Tara's face lit up with excitement. She was genuinely happy, as if she had won the lottery. Hailey didn't take it to heart and continued to get lost in her thoughts. Did she miss Nolan? No, she would never admit to that. "I only miss writing and Mrs. June," she concluded, closing her notebook. --- At Lincoln Manor, Cassidy paced in her room, consumed by anger. She clenched her fists and muttered words of frustration. A vein popped on her neck, displaying the hatred on her face.

Only after they disappeared did the realization hit me fully. I had been laughing — drinking — and casually talking with Mrs.Harrison, one of the wealthiest, most influential women in the country, without knowing who she was. And she had treated me with more warmth in ten minutes than Mrs.Sutton had given me in six years. “Mommy!” I looked up. Finn and Daisy waved wildly from the long, beautifully decorated table near the stage. “Come sit! Come, Mommy!” Finn called. I walked toward them, smiling — but as I approached the empty chair beside Rowan, Clio’s eyes cut toward me like a blade.

"You were right. You are always right, but my dumb skull never admits it until it's too late." She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips. "You are such a hard-headed man, Kincaid. But it is a part of you I am starting to accept." He took her in his arms and leaned his head on her chin. "You saw Cedric?" "Immediately," Kincaid chuckled. Adrienne chuckled along, "I knew he was always overestimating his skill." "He's a pretty good stalker," Kincaid said. "But I'm an even better hunter." His hand caressed her back.

"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

Tippa uttered, drifting off unconscious. ****** Rewind Time -The Kincaids: A few months ago, life in the Kincaid's home was anything but normal in Mr. Greg Kincaid's mind. He has worked hard in the medical field for years alongside his father, and it was all handed over to him recently. He's smooth, shrewd, and irreproachable. He is a model chief officer executive who is powerful. Unlike his son, who proceeds, he lacks charisma and the ability to be human. What Greg Kincaid has envisioned for his son has slowly been unraveling apart! He doesn't like it one bit!

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.