Cindy From The Boondocks Novels & Stories

“What do you think?” “You would never find the wallet.” “My aunt died because of the wallet. I will find it. Watch me.” “Hey, what are you two kids doing there?” a man in uniform approached them. “Hey, girl, get down from there right now!” Great. “Good day, sir,” Cindy said. “I said get down, kids of nowadays!” Cindy got down and walked to the man to meet him halfway. She made her face into puppy eyes or something. “Sir,” she started, talking like she was about to cry. At least she's a good actress, thought Ryan.

Just nods, once, before turning toward the school gates. The hallway is a zoo, lockers slamming, laughter bouncing off the linoleum, the scent of floor wax and cheap perfume thick in the air. I weave through the bodies, and I see Cindy’s already at her locker, her dark hair pulled into a high ponytail that swings like a pendulum when she moves. She’s wearing her favorite leather jacket, The jacket’s unzipped just enough to show off the V-neck underneath, the fabric clinging to her in all the right places.

I looked up to find Cindy glaring down at me, her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, her ever caked face full of makeup with her red lips pulled back in a snarl, her friends seemed to have taken up residence by standing guard at the door. “You filthy no good bitch, you disappear for god knows how long, you come back with the twins in tow and speak to your brother like he’s a piece of shit. I should gut you right here and now” she spat. I knew this was coming. I knew what kind of person Cindy was. But what Cindy didn’t know was I wasn’t the same girl that had left and she was about to find out. “Fuck off Cindy I’m not in the mood for this shit”

I watched as Cindy strutted out dressed in the naughty school girl outfit. Cindy looked young, which is why I guess they choose that outfit for her. She had honey brown hair pulled up in cute pig tails on either side of her head. Her pretty face was caked with enough make up to add a couple years to her features. Perky breasts jutted from the tight white top. She was tall, with long legs beneath the short skirt. Overall, she put off an air of innocent sexuality. I knew werewolves didn't go to strip joints. Glancing at Lucas I couldn't see why not, he looked like he was enthralled. Evidently, they should go more often.

“I found a series on A****n and haven’t been able to stop binge-watching it.” Laura chuckles, her hands working expertly as she blends the blush into my skin. “That’s Cindy’s life in a nutshell. Give her a good series and she will forget the world exists.” “Don’t act so high and mighty,” Cindy retorts, though there’s no heat in her words. “Remember when you started Game of Thrones? You were on a different planet for weeks.” I snort at their banter, relaxing until I hear a loud banging on my front door—it must be Brandon.

Jane answered, “I…I am not smug about anything. Just like you said, I was only his…tool. Now that we are both people with the same misfortune, why should you make it difficult…” “People with the same misfortune? How can I possibly be the same as you?” Cindy looked at Jane sarcastically. “I am the same as you? You’re a wh*re! I am an artist! How can I possibly be the same as you? It was you back then who talked nonsense into Master Alex during your pillow talk! You had him drive me out from Kidon City overnight! However, you also didn’t get a good ending either, didn’t you? You’re a wh*re! Have you done a medical checkup to see if you have contracted any infectious diseases?” Cindy shouted lo

Shit give me my emergency heels from the drawer," she ordered as she quickly removed her work shoes and shove them under her desk Cindy unhurriedly grabs the heels from the drawer and hands them over to her. She quickly bends and puts both shoes on while she struggles and falls. "Cindy help me get up," she whispered thinking the DEA boss was near and could hear them. She reaches out for Cindy's hand and stands up. "Well how do I look?" chief Smith asked while striking a pose. "Great!" Cindy responded in a tart voice. 'How can the same person put so much effort into her looks when she doesn't even like the person who is visiting her.' she sighed internally.

“They tried to kill you, Tara. They’ll try again.” I smirked, exhaustion bending my lips into something close to mischief. “Then we kill them first. Trinity is chomping at the bit for a game of spine fetch, if you’re down for that.” Yes, my wolf purred. Next time we won’t be merciful. Next time we hunt. Before Mac could reply, a knock rattled the door. Cindy poked her head in, hair in her signature messy bun, with a gleam in her eyes that meant three news outlets were probably getting sued before sunset.

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

Cindy was more engrossed in using the family's name and resources to boost her career - which meant nobody crossed her because of her background. Perhaps because of her family's influence, Cindy was a trouble magnet and was by no means remorseful for her scandals - that never comes to the limelight - because her cousins were there to clean up her mess. So yeah, in one word, you could call her a spoiled brat. Standing at five foot eight, Cindy was quite tall with her long professionally dyed rainbow-colored hair tied up in two scrunchies. The half-up pigtails gave her a perky double ponytail effect coupled with her doll face made her look super playful, especially with pieces of hair left out