Cinna Novels & Stories

Moon Gods I love my pack. "Shh Alexa all will be fine," Brendon cooed rocking me back and forth like a child, "at least you now know your mate isn't a waffle." My tears now stopped leaving me with hiccups I look up to my cousin giving him a weak smile before whispering, "he is better. He is a waffle covered in syrup and smells like one too."

CASSANDRA As the car drove past the borders of Wegalla and into those of Yurene, it was very late into the night. Finnick was fast asleep on my lap, and I ran my hands through his soft, dark brown hair. It was a ritual of ours, one that put the child at ease almost immediately. He’d been so nervous as the ride had continued, so I’d pulled him close and tried to get him to relax.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

Clementine held her hand, then smiled warmly at her. “I’m already used to it, so please don’t mind me and do your job or else you would be punished,” Clementine said. “Okay, but please be back before the madam comes back,” she said. Clementine nodded, then waved her goodbye. Clementine walked in the snowy weather of the north and walked through the alleyway a few metres away from the centre fountain. She looked around before knocking 3 times at the door. It opened, then revealed a big man with a strong aura and physical body.

Struck by the young man's breathtaking appearance, Magdalena stepped out from within, offering him a polite, nervous greeting. He asked for fresh orange juice. Magdalena knew enough English to understand, assuring him she would prepare it right away. As she turned to press the juice, a tremor ran through her hands. She was deeply unnerved by how fiercely this stranger had stirred her heart. Casting her shyness aside, she decided to seize the moment; she asked him about his travels, offered recommendations, and added softly that if he ever needed anything at all, he should return to her shop and she would help him.

A figure approaches. Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed. You can tell that here, she's the leader. Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance. — So, you're the famous Cassandra. Her voice is low, gravelly. — Depends on who's asking. She smiles, revealing a gold tooth. — Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me. I tilt my head slightly. — Survive? I didn't come here to survive.

I was looking for one person. I found him standing near the balcony, a drink in his hand that he hadn’t even taken a sip from. Cayden Viner. He was more intimidating than I had heard—at least six-foot-six with black hair and eyes that looked like a winter storm. He had a tattoo of a wolf on his neck that dipped down into the collar of his shirt.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Ginnie** “I came to remind you of your place, human.” Her voice echoes with a sharp edge as she steps closer, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the worn floorboards. “You see, I’ve been patient... I’ve watched you slink around this villa as if you belong here. I stood at that altar in white while you stole what was mine. And now?”

CINNAMON "Seems like it." Risa squeezed my hand. "You might think everything that happened is terrible. And it is. But God saved you, Cinnamon, from Dante and his brother. We thought he was different from Marcus, but we were mistaken. They're all the same."