Cessily Kincaid Novels & Stories

The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some pathetic senator who had managed to die and leave her with a mountain of debt and a name that wasn't worth the paper it was printed on. So, naturally, she did what people like her do best. She found a shark. She latched onto my father like a leech, hoping his shadow would be enough to hide her from the world.

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

“Sir, Madam Kingsley forgot something in your office.” Madam Kingsley herself entered next, her face etched with a mix of concern and urgency. “I seem to have lost my bracelet during our meeting,” she declared, her distinct Aussie accent lending an air of elegance to her long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and sun-kissed skin. Her eyes scanned the room as if expecting the missing item to materialize.

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.

Sometimes, I don’t understand why. Kinsella is an innocent girl. I was her first kiss. For all her twenty-two years of existence, I was the first man who got that close to her. I was the only man she let to get close to her. She wasn’t bad for me. I was bad for her. And I accept that truth. “This is Kino Anthony Sloane of K.S. Construction and Design Company.” The voice from the other line said. I shivered. This is Kinsella’s cousin, the one annoying her to death.

"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.