Cinna Novels & Stories

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

NICCO “We have an approximate location, Alpha,” Vinnie said softly. I knew that there was something he wasn’t saying. An approximate location would be good enough. We were wolves. Our wolves would find her scent and then find her. “It’s near the Fishermans’ Harbor,” Vinnie explained. I groaned. The overwhelming smell of dried seaweed, rancid fish and the stagnant waters that got caught among the rocks was hard on our wolves. They wouldn’t be able to track her down there.

*** Hyacinth *** The drive back to the main city was a blur of passing lights and idle chatter, but the moment we stopped by BGC, the air shifted. Conti’s cafe stood there, a familiar haven, and the promise of Mango Bravo ice cream was enough to lift my spirits. But as soon as I stepped out of the car, my heart stuttered. There they were—Venla, her tall, elegant frame impossible to miss, and Rose, her laughter ringing out like a bell. They stood there, shopping bags in hand, sharing a moment that felt too intimate for my comfort.

Cassandra prioritized human life above everything else. She closed her car's door, walking to Selena who was leaning against the hood of her Bugatti Chiron, “I suppose you don’t have a light?” Selena shook her head, her eyes stuck on the ring adorning her finger, “I don’t smoke, Ms. Kir.”

The man praised as she put on her best smile. “You asked my name earlier, didn’t you? Introducing, my name is Winter Cakradara, the owner of this castle as well as the leader in this area,” “Oh, I so forgot to introduce myself. My name is Hanna Serenity. Nice to meet you, Winter,” Hanna flashed a sweet smile to make a good impression in this introduction. “But I seem to have heard the name Cakradara somewhere,” “Oh, really? Where?” asked Winter enthusiastically. “In the Northern part of the country. If I’m not mistaken, it’s called... Nevada Cakradara. Is he your familyyo

Chapter 24 About thirty minutes later, the door opened and Hannah walked in again. Caitlyn paused her typing and raised her head to face her as she stood beside the table. "Mr. Martin King is here..." Caitlyn's heart immediately skipped a beat as she blinked rapidly. "Should I bring him in?" Caitlyn opened her mouth, but she couldn't utter any words. She lifted her right hand to her chest and squeezed her shirt, her eyes shaking and looking around in confusion.

" Kaen... You have a big day tomorrow, going to Zakheaven. There's going to be tons of opponents and a labyrinth blocking your way before you can even reach the abyss." Cynthia remained as she put the tray of food down on the nightstand. " Which is why I'm turning in early for today. I'm a Version. I don't get hungry, I don't need to eat." " Oh~ Baby bro... Since you're sleepy, would you like to hear a tale?" Cynthia asks as I could feel her hand patting my head. I was about to refuse, but she suddenly started singing before I could. " A young man walked through the forest

Cynthia, dressed in a flowing gown of soft lavender, stood amidst the beauty of nature, her presence harmonizing with the surroundings. She had been strolling alone, lost in her thoughts, when a soft voice interrupted her reverie. "Lady Cynthia, may I have a moment of your time?" Cynthia turned, and there stood Kana, the palace librarian. Kana was a woman of gentle grace, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall down her back, and her eyes sparkling with wisdom. "Of course, Kana," Cynthia replied, her gaze welcoming. "What can I do for you?"

She said smiling. "I don't know what to say." "Why did you take a knife with you." Am not going to act foolishly and start trusting anyone again. "In case any drunk perverted man tries anything funny with me."I said laughing. "Isn't it inconvenient."she asked. "Sometimes." "I just use a pepper spray ."She said showing me The can. "I might forget how to spray but with the knife its easier." "That's true." "By the way what's your name,Am Christian."She said.

I grab his wrist, digging in my nails. “Yes. He did. That’s my name. I’m Kenna Westfall, Princess of Eastonia.”