Cirilla Novels & Stories

She flipped the envelope and found a very small wet stamp in the bottom-left corner. Carista didn't understand the symbol, shaped like a wolf's head, and a small name below it. "Nania Wolf" ***

" Cirril looked like she could drop to the floor any second, Steph immediately got up, and guided her to the seat, making her sit. Cirril's phone rang again, shrill in the silence. She picked it up, her eyes locked on mine as she answered. Steph and I watched her, anticipation building in our chests. Who could it be? Cirril's eyes grew wider, her face pale. She slid the phone down her ear. "Lyla's dead," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Steph's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my mind reeling with the implications.

It was a crash sound. I threw my gaze to the doorway to see the same beautiful face I had seen yesterday. — Abasha walked in. “You’re Ciril, the slave with no last name from RawHowl, right?” She immediately asked me, not sparing me a moment to think. I trembled away. “Huh?” I muttered. “Are you Ciril?” She asked again. “Y-Yeah...” I said and she grew a smirk. “Seize her!” “Wait. What—”

Then, suddenly, Zara broke the silence, her lips curling into an incomplete clap, a slow, mocking sound that echoed in the small space between us. Clap. Clap. My eyebrow lifted slightly, a silent question in the movement. What was the point of this? What was she playing at? The lady ‘s smirk widened, and her voice came out in a low, syrupy tone. “Congrats ,” she murmured, the word hanging in the air like bait. I didn’t respond. I only kept my gaze on her, waiting, watching as the silence stretched once again. After what felt like an eternity, Zara let out a small breath and added.

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

Myla is the one I need to bring me back to solid fücking ground because right now, I feel like I'm fücking floating in the damn sky. Taking out my phone as I stand in the parking lot of HQ, I pull up Myla's number she finally gave me, and hit call. It's not that I need to hear her voice, cus I absolutely, fücking do, but my goddamn thumbs and fingers are sore as shït from typing so much on Tinder. I'm retiring my texting skills and going back to the old-school way- calling someone. These fücking kids should try it sometime. "Well, good afternoon, officer. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

“Um…no, not really. I’ve wanted to but I don’t know.” “Well don’t be shy! You should come on in! What’s your name?” Iris questioned. “C…ierra. My name is Cierra.” “With an S or C?” “C.” “My favorite way to spell it,” Iris smiled. “Let me take down your information Cierra. See if I can convince you to come in and do a session with me. I’m really gentle I promise.” Sienna’s mind was racing thinking about Iris’s hands on her. If it was anything like Donovan described she wanted nothing more than to experience that.

Lucinda mumbles. Everything in the diner has been destroyed, except one thing, a huge frame on the wall. It is the picture is of a crescent, not an ordinary one. On both sides of the picture, the words CC are boldly written in capital letters. The symbol is a very familiar one, one that makes me shake in rage. Fuck! The bastard is still alive.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

Kira stated, when she noticed how confused I looked. “Oh, there are many weird things here. I met a worker in the hallway. What was the name again...oh, Celine! She was so weird.” I blurted. Kira stopped what she was doing and turned to me, “Celine. That is my sister.” “Oh..”