Cessily Kincaid Novels & Stories

School holidays were when Catherine felt absolutely grateful because after her thesis works, she finally gets to attend to the mystery she’s been wanting to solve for years now. Finally, she’s got her hand on the flash drive that contained the CCTV footage, and she reached Tacky’s apartment door. She knocked in a special pattern for Tacky to know that it was her. After a few seconds, the knob of the door twisted and Tacky welcomed Catherine with a smile. “So,did you have it?”

Felicia tried to elude them while maintaining a low stare. Kennedy, however, immediately recognized her. She sensed it. She always stood out due to her stature. Kennedy directly crossed her path when she attempted to avoid them. Felicia paused and raised her head to meet his disdainful gaze. "What is the matter with you? "Can't even greet me?" he yelled. Kennedy had always been courteous, even as Max's assistant. Now, they saw her as nothing more than a fat, unattractive, and desperate workplace joke. With her eyes down, she said softly, "Hi." Kennedy gave a snort. "Why is that attitude present? Do you now consider yourself a contemporary Cinderella?

“Oh, i’m not good with hacking this type of shit. I think Ginger might help.” “i am?” Ginger asks from the kitchen with her mouth full of icecream. “Oh god thank you so much.” he says holding my hands. When we all go his house, they both go to the office room. While i was downstairs on my phone. After a while i hear the sound of a car engine getting louder and louder. That cant be Dalon’s mom, they arent even finished yet! i start to panic. Once Kyla parks her car she steps out. and might i say her dress was stunning. She looked amazing in that white dress.

She had been all too happy to give the guy her phone number in a rare moment of boldness, but then once she’d walked away, she couldn’t believe she’d actually done that, and was grateful that there was nearly a zero percent chance that he’d actually use the number. “We’re not done talking about this,” Katie said as the knitting woman began to introduce herself. “My name is Cecilia Perkins,” she said. “And I’m here because I’ve lived long enough on this earth that I figured it was time I experienced what it was like above it.” She paused and held up whatever she had been knitting. At the moment, it looked like a dead raccoon. “I’m taking this with me so I can tell my grandson that his scarf m

"Casey, love, it's Katie. I'm going to come and inject this now. Okay, I know we've been going cold turkey and you've done so well, sweetheart but your cutting into your skin with your nails and I need to clean, then okay, I need you to relax for me" "Don't fucking touch me. You've done enough. Don't come near me," she Yells over all the noise here. There's another female who approaches the door and I recognise her from the funeral held for Oliver. She was in a wheelchair with no leg though and I believe she's got a prosthetic one now. "Casey?" She whispers over the noise. It's soft and sweet. "I told you, okay, I told you I don't have nothing Just let me go" Casey's voice is hoarse and brok

CLYVE “WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller. I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones. "You think this is too much?" I asked, turning sideways to check the back. "Babe, nothing is too much here," Keiko said. She was applying red lipstick, her hand steady as she read her cupid bow. "Besides, you look hot. Own it." The door swung open and Madam Fantasy walked in. She wasn't old. She was maybe in her mid-forties, but she carried herself like someone who'd seen everything twice. Tonight she wore a black suit, her hair pulled back tight, her expression carried everything that she was about. Business.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.