Cindy Mello Novels & Stories

The two designers seemed to be amused by something as they giggled. They must have seen Leroy lost in teenage emotions, Melody mused. At that moment, one of the girls, with a permed hairstyle resembling pear blossoms, gathered her courage and leaned in to Melody, whispering, "Miss Producer." Melody glanced at her name tag, reading the name Cindy. "What's up?" "We're so envious of you," Cindy smirked. "Just now, Kitty kept saying she'd be thankful to live a life like yours. Can you teach her?"

pinky uttered. "Actually am not because you look so cute and adorable in that dress"Natasha countinue not minding the present of Cindy. "Thanks darling"pinky said. Cindy's eyes lit in jealousy and anger burnt through her eyes, she stood up and went to the bathroom with her phone. "Hello Jenny is the drink ready?"she asked in a low voice. "Yes"Jenny replied "Good,am coming"she said and cut the call. "Pinky rejoice for now before in the next 24 minutes.. your happiness will turned to sadness"she smirked and smiled. TBC

Cindy was shoving her phone in my face. "Look how cool you look in this!" she smiled as she watched the video with me. I smiled. I did look cool. But wait a minute. As we watched, I noticed my hair dye was starting to fade. I needed to touch it up. I can start to see the red coming through. "You really have not seen the video?" Bartise asked. "No, I do not have a cellphone." I answered, “But Cindy is going to the store with me to pick something out today," I replied.

“I'm sure Miss Cindy won't disappoint this company.” Standing up straight and proud, Cindy flashed a slight, haughty smile. Her eyes shot a sidelong glance at Sierra and Rosalie. She was bound and determined to show that Cindy Hilton was the best of the best models, capable of surpassing even Sierra Carlson's flying skills. “Prove it, Mr. Adams. I don't think Mr. Valentino would mind. We can see how capable the model you recommended is for this great Valentino Enterprise company. Isn't that right, darling?” Sierra replied calmly, her lips curling into a sneer as Lance looked away.

Knock, knock, knock. There was a gentle tap on the door to my office. Not wanting anyone to see the contents of the box, I quickly shoved it under my desk. ... "Jen, don't bother looking. It's definitely that bitch Cindy who sent the doll," Wendy fumed over the phone during lunch. "I need to find an opportunity to tear her apart." "Hasn't she been heavily involved in charity lately?" The restaurant TV was showing a news report about Cindy doing charity work at an orphanage. Unlike her usual high-fashion attire, she was dressed in a simple cream-colored tracksuit, warmly greeting a child with deformities.

Cindy said, smug. “Does Shane know him?” Chloe asked. “They’re acquaintances. I’ll need Shane’s help to get the deal. That’s my first mission as COO.” “Wow. I heard Mystery retired,” Selena said. “Yeah,” Cindy sighed. “He lost his wife and kid in an accident. But I doubt he’ll turn me down. After all…” she grinned, striking a pose, “who can say no to this face?”

"I do not know, her aunt would not tell me." She picked her fork back up. "Kelan, Melissa married some random man to make you feel guilty, that is what this is, she is performing, she wants you chasing her and you are giving her exactly what she wants by sitting here looking like someone died." "She did not even take my calls," I muttered. "Because that is the performance," Cindy said firmly. "We have a coronation in three weeks and a wedding to plan and I need you present, not grieving a girl who was never your mate."

Mina's eyebrows furrowed as she asked. What Cindy said now, she didn't understand what she meant. "I apologise, my name is Cindy. You must be new in the country, or are you not?". She curiously asked. "Oh, I'm not that new, I just returned after many years. And I'm Mina". Mina explained. "Oh, that's why". Cindy said before quickly returning to her table. "I can't ruin this for Senior Mark before he decreases my payment. I can't possibly want to be in her shoes right now!. Speaking of shoes, why is she dressing like a guy?. And what's with the sneakers?". She wondered.

“What is the bitch doing here? What the fuck, what business does she have to do here? Why is she here?” Alpha Nelson pondered inside his heart. For some reason he looked a little bit scared of her presence—maybe he thought she would come to create trouble and expose what they had together. Cindy strode out of the elevator, heels clicking on the marble, making clicking sounds, the elegance and boldness intact as she catwalked. Cindy was a very average-height chocolate-skinned lady; her hair was well combed, and it felt on her back. She was wearing a very beautiful and expensive office suit, fitting her well-fitted black office trousers, giving her a perfect look.

Aleandro didn't open it immediately and looked at Cindy, signaling her to leave. Cindy understood the boss's cue. She lowered her head and left. Aleandro nodded and turned to the paper in his hand. As soon as Cindy left the office, she called Miss Sunny's assistant. “Hello Miss Mei, I'm sorry to bother you. Can Miss Sunny come by herself to design a dress for Mrs. Gilren?” Cindy asked. "Cindy, I've already told you that Miss Sunny is an unpredictable busy woman. She does not receive any inquiries from customers other than the European royal family. I'd been kind enough to give you a customer card." The female voice over the phone sounded impatient.