Cessily Kincaid Novels & Stories

You don't even know her'. ‘I don't need to know her to know she has eyes for you, are you oblivious to her stockings??'. Charisse's voice was full of spite, she really hated how beautiful Kathleen was. Of course he saw the stockings, Grayson thought, his mouth watered just seeing her up close but that was to his own discretion. Charisse had no right speaking so distasteful about a woman who knew her worth—Kathleen was a hard worker, she wasn't privileged and she knew that, she was smart and she had an impressive degree and resumé....the only qualifications Charisse could brag about was bought by her own father who was a huge donator in Yale.

She was determined to care for him and stand by his side during the darkest time of his life. I had been against it, but she had lashed out at me, saying, "What's the big deal? It's just one more person at the table. Chester's lost his wife, and it's hard for him to be alone. What if he gets too sad and does something drastic? Can't you think of anyone but yourself?" Looking back, I realized it was all just a convenient excuse for their secret romance! Right then, Susie's phone buzzed. It was a call from Tania, Susie's grandmother.

RILEY Cassidy was thirty-one years old and she lived in an apartment in the Alberta Arts District that had good light and the particular organized sparseness of someone who'd been deliberately building a life outside the structures they'd been born into and had gotten very good at needing only what was genuinely necessary. She opened the door and looked at me and I looked at her and there was the same moment there had been with Daria and with Theo: the specific recognition of something shared, delivered through the face, through the quality of attention.

“Why are we still standing here?” Mrs Sinclair clapped her hands lightly, smiling as she gestured toward the dining area. “Dinner is ready. This way, please.” Cassie held onto Dexter tightly, almost as if she was scared someone would appear and steal him away. I watched her quietly. For a woman like Cassie who had beauty, fame, and wealth, she was an insecure woman. I already knew her reason for not wanting female assistants was because of her insecurity.

However, there was a slight tinge of displeasure in her eyes as she gazed at him. On the other side of the park, Jessica asked Kayden to buy her a cotton candy. Jessica pushed herself in the wheelchair to where she last saw Elise and Damien. Surprisingly, they were now with a woman! Isn’t that Bianca Kingsley, wife of Bernard King? She was the current madam of the King family. This was a good chance to sow d*****d between Elise and Ellison King. Jessica was looking for a chance to destroy the strong backing that Ellison provided her. Now here it was! She pushed her wheelchair over to them, smiling politely.

'Hi,' I said frowning a little pretending as if I didn't know who she was. 'Hi. I am Cassidy Conner but you can call me CC. I am the baby of the Conners,' CC said smiling seductively at me. 'Oh, I see!. It is nice to meet you CC. I am Midas St Clair,' I said pretending as if I was hearing about her for the first time when indeed I knew the role she was playing in my girl's torture. Karen filled that hole properly. They might have employed Karen initially but she was now in the St Clair employ. Karen didn't like the way Crystal was being treated so she didn't need much convincing to become an ally. Crystal might not know it but Karen was very protective of her.

"You're one of the vultures who tried to bankrupt us. Jason told us all about Primus and your little games." Kincaid raised his hands in a gesture that was meant to be disarming, though his smile remained sharp and calculating. "We were simply testing the company's foundations," he corrected smoothly, without missing a beat or showing any sign of embarrassment at being called out. "Doing our due diligence, you might say. And yes, we found some of those foundations to be... wanting. But we also found something much more interesting." He took a step closer to Charlie's desk, his expression becoming more intense, more focused. "We found you."

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.

Was she truly a loose woman? Serena was sure that no responsible married woman would fantasize about how a stranger’s hand would feel on her. Nor would any professional thought of how it would feel if she pressed her lips to that of a patient. “Oh, Serena,” she thought to herself when minutes later, she was aboard a Cessna 210 Centurion to an unknown destination. The man, Kincaid, she was sure he was called had been strapped to a daybed to keep him immobile to avoid bleeding as the doctor had suggested.