Cirilla Novels & Stories

The other woman who came with her whom I guessed right be her sister chipped in. “What is your name?” I asked her, curiously because she seemed way calm and collected unlike her sister who was causing a scene in my abode. She also seemed really smart and I loved to be around the smart ones. “Cirilla your witchness,” she said bowing slightly. “Cirilla is a beautiful name,” I said and she smiled slightly. “I want to see you here at this time tomorrow, I have something to discuss with you that I’d rather not talk about here and now,” I instructed and she nodded while she stood up and took her sister with her to leave.

Kira made her upper-register sound. "Yes." Sable opened her notebook. "Here's what we're doing. I'm going to show her something and watch what she does. That's all." She looked at Jasmina and Damoew. "Don't react to what you see. Whatever happens, stay calm. She's reading you both." They stood back. Sable picked up the wooden disc. She held it in her palm at approximately Kira's eye level—above the crib rail, visible. She turned it once. Set it down.

She turns to walk away but comes face to face with Raphael. "Good morning Mum!" Raphael, greets. "Morning dear, " Mrs Wachukwu responds with a smile. "Morning Aunt!" Raphael says, while he looks from his aunt to Juliet who mouth a good morning to him, he replies with a nod and smile. "Morning, Raphael!" Aunty Stella responds. Meanwhile, Karis turns to him. "Hi, I'm Karis. Your maternal cousin!" Karis introduces herself with a smile. She brings her hands for a handshake, while he pulls her to a hug.

*SILIA* Looking around once I made sure that all the cubicles around me were empty. It was lunch time and except for a few workers almost everybody had left for the cafeteria below. It was a colleague’s birthday giving me the solace that I needed. Satisfied with my luck I took out my phone and typed the name ‘Cirillo Romani.’ Something told me that I shouldn’t be discovered by Draven or anyone else with this name. It almost felt like a taboo to be brought up in front of them. The internet results came up at once and I realized that this name was bigger than I had realized.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

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Valencia realized that she might not have a good family, but she had best friends, and she got to meet one of the best people in the world. Aviva nodded and immediately straightened her back. It was at that moment she finally paid attention to Aneira. Her brows furrowed as if trying to recall something in the next minute. Aviva stretched her hand toward Aneira, and she smiled gently. “Hello, Aneira. I’m Aviva Cirillo.” Upon hearing the famous Aviva Cirillo humbly introducing herself, Aneira’s lips parted in shock. Even little kids already heard of Aneira's name. Moreover, how did Aviva recognize and know her name when they were meeting for the first time?

Lily screamed instantly closing the book like she was caught red handed selling black money. Cyril raised his eyebrows at her weird reaction, he already had read a few lines and as expected his little innocent Ana was filling her freaky kinks by reading some words laid on the mere paper, Cyril found them interesting but they weren't enough to get him high like her one innocent seductive gaze was. He wondered if he did everything the fucker in the book was doing to his woman, how will she react?

Bones. Scattered, broken, bleached and stained. Big ones. Small ones. Crushed. Cracked. Some still with tufts of fur. All of them arranged in a spiral—tight, purposeful, like a child’s drawing of a whirlpool. Like a map. Or a summoning circle. Kaela’s stomach twisted. “This isn’t a den.” “No,” Lira said. “It’s a message.” Kaela stepped closer, careful not to disturb the spiral. Her foot brushed something that snapped like old glass. She didn’t look down to see what it was.

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.