Cessily Kincaid Novels & Stories

I glared at Clyde as I descended the stairs. He stared at me, a smirk on his face. Kim and Jenny were wrapped up in a sisterly embrace, clearly happy to see each other again. They had always liked each other before Jenny decided to drop her miss innocent act and run off to Indianapolis with her new boyfriend, Daryl leaving Clyde broken hearted. I couldn't believe Kim was glad to see her after what she had put her brother through. Kim had always been a soft hearted person who forgave people easily and never kept grudges. Sometimes it went overboard.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

she snickered. Enraged, Emma Kincaid used her power to send Celeste away. Vincent caught her body and collided against the tree. Emma Kincaid rushed to them, wanting to finish them in one go when she crashed against something invisible. She reached out her hand and realized there was an invisible barrier trapping her from them. She spun around and spotted four-diamond pillars not far from her location in the form of a square. Celeste smirked as she got up on her feet. "You think we would let you walk right into this forest just like that?" she said.

She rested her back on the chair she sat on and stared into space. "Should I bring you a cup of cold juice, Madam?" Her maid asked with her head bowed fully. "Yes, please," She answered. The maid turned and hurried to the kitchen. Madam Scarlett raised her right hand to support her jaw. She appeared disturbed. ... Martin caught a small purse and a phone resting on the passenger's seat when he turned to drop his phone on it. He looked closely and realized that they belonged to Caitlyn. He picked up the purse and opened it. A small key and a folded paper were the only things it contained.

I take a few shallow breathes as my brain wheels start turning. Jasmine is Kincaid's inside man, but Kincaid doesn't respect females. He wouldn't have wanted to listen to her much, he would have just given her orders. He would have probably been annoyed with her reasons for betraying us, but happy to have someone so easily controllable. He would have listened to her when she spoke about who was who, but that's probably it. He probably gave her the smoke device and told her to make sure we exit the shelter. Then they would find us...coughing and weak. He wouldn't have thought he needed the exact coordinates.

“You little bitch! I will make you—” “Does your wife know about the apartment you own, one on Lexington Avenue?” I watched his face turn pale, and a wicked smirk tugged at my lips. “I believe she doesn't. I doubt you'd tell your wife about the mistress who lives there. Cecily Waters, right? She's quite a beauty. Wasn't she underage when you became her sugar daddy? And now”—I glanced at the data and let out a dramatic gasp—“Cecily is pregnant. Third month, isn't it?”

After which Zaya stood and declared, “I am going to take a walk. I will miss all the beautiful sights in this pack for a while, so I might as well soak them in before we leave.” Kincaid looked at her and started, “I could…” “Nope,” she rejected immediately as she shook her head so much that her platinum ringlets swung like pendulums. “You have another test tomorrow, and it is already bad enough that you will be doing the test while we are on the move tomorrow. So, go read,” she ordered. Then softened it with a playful peck on his cheek, before waving at them all, “Goodnight.” Her quick exit did not make her see the surprised look on Kincaid's face.

The door closed with a quiet click, and the sound shattered me. I sat there in silence, surrounded by luxury I never wanted, holding my stomach as sobs tore through me. Three years ago, I was Evelyn Moore — a 23-year-old nurse working night shifts at Manhattan Memorial Hospital. I’d grown up in foster care, bounced between homes, and built a life on my own. I wasn’t rich but I was proud. Then I met Catherine Blackwood. She was my patient…kind, funny, with soft hands that trembled when she smiled. I held her hand through every treatment. She once told me I reminded her of her late daughter. “You have kind eyes, Evelyn Moore,” she’d said.

feelings pass through Santiago's face, the truth is she didn't understand how someone could be so open with a person she had practically just met. — But everything got worse when she became pregnant, while I was filled with happiness, she became hysterical, she did not want children and lose her figure, she did not want to have to give up parties, trips, she said that she was not born to have children or raise them — Santiago sighed remembering those difficult moments in his personal life — I tried to make her see that I would be with her at all times, that we would be a family. To which she replied that she should stop living in fairy tales and wake up, that now a baby only came to cry, an

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.