Cydney Christine Novels & Stories

"Sorry about what? You do something to my couch?" "Colt, go set up the trips in their highchair breakfast is almost ready." Just then the little one from the night before, Cady I think her name is, caught sight of me and reached her hands out for me to take her. I didn't move one step in the direction of her father and she started up a screech that was loud enough to shake the walls.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

"But I'm not sure what to say." Delcan smiled at her again. "That's okay," he said. "Let's just start with introductions. I'm Delcan, and you're Chantelle, right?" She nodded. "Yes, that's right. It's nice to meet you, Delcan." He held out his hand, and she shook it. It was a simple gesture, but it felt electric."So, Chantelle," Delcan said, "I know you turned me down before. But I'd really like to get to know you better. Can I ask you some questions?" Chantelle hesitated, unsure of what to say. She didn't know if she could trust him, but she also felt like she couldn't just walk away. "Okay," she said. "I'll answer your questions." Delcan smiled again. "Thanks," he said. "Please will you g

I asked straightforwardly in a whisper. Ma’am, Christine’s eyes widened at what I said. “What!?” By her reaction, Ma’am Christine doesn’t seem to know about that matter either. During my search for information about Tristan Carter, besides learning he and Madame Celine were schoolmates, I also found out Madame Celine became Tristan Carter’s fiancée. I’m uncertain about how this thing occurred, which is why I am still searching for a source to prove me wrong about this matter.

the maid replied. “Silly you! I’m just twelve years old. Don’t call me sir!” The maid cackled as she reached out a hand. “Come, Darwin. There’s a warm almond milk inside that I prepared for you. No need to weep for your mother as I’m pretty sure she’ll scold you if she sees you this wet!” Sorrow dissipated in his face. “Really?” The maid nodded. “What’s your name?” “I’m Cyrene. I used to be a French nude model for an art class but my sister is sick and I needed a great sum of money that’s why I’m here. Your father is so generous to the working class, even for maids and housekeepers like us.”

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

She seemed like she wasn't interested in whatever was going on. "Hi." Juliet smiles out. "Juliet meet Madison and Alison!" Christopher introduces. "I think I might get confused!" Juliet laughs. "You won't." The friendly one says. "She has lighter skin and a very tiny voice! I'm Alison by the way." She says. "Nice meeting you Alison." Juliet smile, she turns to Madison who just nods at her. She mouths hi. All this while Ana and Trisha stood at like third parties. "Where is Alexs?" Christopher asks with a calm smile.

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”