Cydney Christine Novels & Stories

Jennifer Hope Smith -Goes by Jen or H or J -17 years -Virgin -sarcastic -Rich -bad past -best friends: Queen and Cynthia -Loves to dance -Can cook Cynthia Portfield -goes by Cynth -18 years -Funny, outgoing, shy in public - loves shopping -Loves to dance -Pretty, Average -Not rich but very stable financially in Elite highschool with a scholarship6 -Not a Virgin -Best friends with Jen and Queen -Doesn't know about Queen or Jens past

Jade too looks at Adryan with an enquiring face. "I, I- uh managed to see a picture of you, yes, that's what I was talking about" Adeena instantly replies, Jade knew that she was lying for she wasn't a good liar, and she was stuttering while making up excuses. She thought she might let the lie go for now. "Well, I'm Adeena. Adeena Mayflower. Adryan's childhood friend." Adeena introduces herself formally, with her hands raised in the air for a handshake. "Hi Adeena, it's nice to meet you" Jade places her hands in Adeena's outstretched ones, in a handshake.

“I’ve saved you so many times, but I have yet to acquaint myself with the pretty lady. What’s your name?” ‘Alright. It’s about time I introduce myself anyway.’ “I’m Cecelia Shayne. Thank you for saving me again. What’s yours?” “Cyrus Sandals.” “Cyrus Sandals?” Cecelia repeated, “Your name is Cyrus Sandals? Your surname is Sandals? Is there even a Sandals in the book of surnames?” “…” Cyrus almost fainted. ‘I am truly at the mercy of the way your mind thinks, m’lady.’

Your mother decided that to have a spur of the moment bar b que - Cahir I see Tylania in the background, which means Cahir is outside. I watch Aisling run by in a tiny tank top and pair of shorts. That girl is going to be the death of me. I look down as my phone vibrates, but a flash of purple catches my eye. Not only did I damn near swallow my tongue, but Caturix, my Lycan, whipped his head up to look through my eyes. The girl is breathtakingly gorgeous. She is a few inches shorter than Aisling, so around 5’5”, with long black hair having streaks of purple and red flowing through it. I cannot help but stare at her eyes when she turns to face the computer screen. They are the most mesmerizin

The third lady was Christine Martinez, an entertainment newscaster and a blogger who is always the first to carry any news concerning Cruz Westham. "Cruz was created just like a WiFi. He is a carefree person with no such thing as dating in his dictionary. Sex is his love language and being good in bed is the only reason he'd want to have you twice. Once he has scored on you, you'd become equivalent to nothing." Christine added. "You've said it all Christine. I can tell she's good for Cruz's taste for now. I mean, she even stays in his house, making herself available 24/7." Elizabeth said and the ladies chuckled.

Turning to his mother, she spoke, "I'd make this right, I swear. I'd find them and they'd love me the way I've always imagined. And you, I hope you find a place in your heart to forgive, 'cause god knows even I can't forgive myself." She was ushered out of the house by the maids and Jackson's mother sunk into the chair. For a brief moment, it looked as though she was struggling for breath. Her hands trembled and Jackson took them in his. He let her collect herself before finally asking. "Who was that woman?" "That was Christine. My best friend..." Her voice trailed off, and Harry's mother." His gut feeling was right once again. "Oh, wow..." He voiced his surprise, "so Harry isn't the only on

“What happened while I was gone?” “A lot,” I sighed. “Are you back with Jason?” “No. He got married.” “What?!” Holly gasped. “How? To who? Why?” “He married some total bitch.” Holly stared at me. “Sydney… what did you do to make him move on so fast?” ALEXA “Good day, ma’am. My name is Tiffany Brooks. I’m twenty-three, born in California.” “No need for the long introduction,” I said calmly. “Submit your documents.”

Christine reported. "Who's that?" "She goes by the name Natasha Lopez. She said you'll know her." "Nata–what?" Adrian frowned, his voice rising in confusion. Christine blinked. "Sir, you know her?" She asked, pretending to not have knowledge of who Natasha is. But her desperation to be part of Adrian's life had made her monitor his every move; despite the fact he kept his wedding a secret from everyone at the company, Christine still found ways to follow up with each event of his life.

She didn’t know if her wolf was rejecting them both. “Her name is Nyx.” Zeke’s smile widened. “That’s a beautiful name. Fitting. In Greek mythology, she’s the goddess of the night, the daughter of Chaos. Shadow and Nyx,” Zeke said. “You see, you were always meant for us.” Yes, but Nyx didn’t think so. She messed that up for Zeke just as she was going to mess things up for the whole school and get people killed. ‘Mark him.’ The voice startled her again, and she somehow ended up in Zeke’s arms, her heart pounding. How the hell did anyone ever get used to that?

'Hi,' I said frowning a little pretending as if I didn't know who she was. 'Hi. I am Cassidy Conner but you can call me CC. I am the baby of the Conners,' CC said smiling seductively at me. 'Oh, I see!. It is nice to meet you CC. I am Midas St Clair,' I said pretending as if I was hearing about her for the first time when indeed I knew the role she was playing in my girl's torture. Karen filled that hole properly. They might have employed Karen initially but she was now in the St Clair employ. Karen didn't like the way Crystal was being treated so she didn't need much convincing to become an ally. Crystal might not know it but Karen was very protective of her.