Cydney Christine Novels & Stories

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

I guess it will be long before they start to accept each other's relations, clearing all other differences between them. And while I'm seeing them both chatting together, I'm worried about what Grace wants to talk about to me because her face doesn't seem to change even after dinner. She seems to be in some kind of deep thoughts, I don't know what, but the question is, do I want to ask her the reason for it? I guess I have to, she is pregnant and her mood affects not only her health but also her baby's. Grace is both Daniel's girlfriend and the mother of the child and Jayce's sister, so my relationship with her doubles somehow, so taking care is my responsibility too.

Pray for me and fingers crossed ❤️🫶🏿 Have a blissful and wonderful day, until then. Sincerely yours: Angel❤️🫶🏿

They were reminding me of that. “Caroline swears by them,” Corrine continued, gesturing to the Luna beside her. “Two drops in the morning tea. My daughter conceived within the first month. I will have some sent to you. I believe that you can benefit greatly from them. And the alpha is going to be very happy.” I forced a polite smile despite my reddening cheeks. “That’s… thoughtful of you.” My voice was even, but my pulse wasn’t. I could feel Xavier’s attention sharpen beside me, though he said nothing.

The girl served us our orders, and before she leaves she said, “I am Christine, and if you need anything, just call my attention.” she deliberately flirts with Chadwick. She was only looking at my poor friend while she said those words. I could see my friend's discomfort. Christine left and attended other customers. “I think Christine fancies you.” I teased. “That was embarrassing.” he said. I stopped teasing him and sipped my coffee. We talked, and I found out that he and Alexander are cousins. And Sophia and Alexander was best friends.

he said pleasantly, "I must assume that Ava is not your true name?" I smiled and shook my head gently, "Aoibhinn," I offered somewhat shyly, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Ahh, of course, Freja's youngest, yes?" he asked, and I nodded sadly, "Yes, though I don't remember her," I said, and he gave me a sympathetic smile. "Well, it's a pleasure, Aoibhinn. I'm Cyrus, and it seems we have much to discuss, and to consider."

"Yes. I already told you about her. That Tristan, Alicia, Cyrene and I have been friends since we were kids and that she is my sister." Suddenly, a blurry image attacked my head making me feel dizzy. Two people are talking and I could barely hear them talk. It was us. Cyrus and I. We indeed talked about his relationship with the rest. And she was here last night, Tristan and that guy. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. I nodded my head yes. "By the way, who was that guy Tristan and Cyrene were with last night?" He turned to look at me and smiled. "His name is Andy, the guy I told you about at the company. He just didn't make it that day since I asked him to do something for me."

she said smoothly as she took her seat across from her. Victoria Byrd, renowned designer and fashion industry powerhouse, met Christine’s gaze with a neutral expression. “Hm. And I assume you are Mr. Johnson’s fiancée, Christine Carter?” she replied, her words laced with a soft French accent. Christine offered a graceful smile and nodded. “Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” “Likewise,” Victoria responded with a small nod, though her sharp gaze quietly assessed Christine. Then, with a slight tilt of her head, she asked, “I must say, I expected Mr. Johnson to be here as well. After all, you used his name to arrange this meeting.”

The group goes silent and turns to me. “I’m Cyra Teymoori,” I begin. I don’t get any further before a young woman throws herself into my arms. “Oh my goddess! Of course my brother would be mated to a beautiful woman,” she says. “Hi?” I say, but it sounds more like a question. “Sorry, I’m Wendy.” “Oh, hey, Wendy. Yorick talks about you all the time.” She laughs, the sound so similar to Yorick’s that it makes my heart hurt.