Cynthia Eden Novels & Stories

Cynthia winked at Roxanne. John and Cynthia chatted with them for a while before leaving the diner. "Sixty thousand dollars? Really?" Roxanne questioned Jaxon. "This is the business world, Princess. Cynthia has the money and you deserve that money for being beautiful. Enjoy it." " I really can't believe it! Sixty thousand dollars?" Roxanne was still wowed by what had just happened. " Better believe it, baby. Cheers!" "Is Cynthia really a lesbian?" Roxanne asked. "Yes. The baddest I've ever seen. She's a stinkingly rich lesbian photographer."

The realization was difficult to accept but Cynthia was smart enough not to show it. “Anything else?” she asked professionally. “No.” She nodded then quietly left the office. The moment the door closed behind her, the smile disappeared from her face. She walked toward her own office and sat down heavily. For several seconds, she stared at her desk then she laughed softly not because anything was funny. Because life could be cruel sometimes. She had spent years beside Dominic. And in the end, another woman became Mrs. Hale. After taking a deep breath, Cynthia picked up her phone.

If I was prone to envy I'd want her hair, but I'll deal with mine thank you very much, though it takes the stylist forever to straighten it whenever I'm in the mood. Anyway, now you know a little bit about me on to the meat of the story. Well, as if my life isn't hell on earth as it is, what with the asstards that I have to deal with, like the Mandy Taylors of the world and her little henchmen, now they're bringing a hotshot football star here this semester. The Eden High community has been in an uproar for the past few days since the news broke that Jared Claiborne was coming here.

After sometime, the young doctor came back as promised, Hello, Cynthia I'm back now we can talk to no ourselves better, if you don't mind can you tell me who you are? No problem, I am fine with it. I am Cynthia, a young lady of twenty three years, I am a graduates of high school, I lost my dad years back, I grew up with my mom and her new husband in the Western region of Washington, I was working with the General Telecom Tv, before I lost my job with no reasons till now, the funniest thing about me is I am not into any love relationship, I mean I am single, on the note of searching for another job, that is what has ended me here, I think for now that is what you can know about me.

This was the first time I had sensed him fully awake since Daphne left! Mrs Richardson added passively, “It was the best thing for the sake of her career. Cynthia has always wanted to be a model, it was her dream since he was young. Her father and I decided to ensure her dream stays unfulfilled!” My heartbeat increased while I stayed calm on the couch. Cynthia and Mother kept stealing side glances at me with pleading eyes. “Stay calm, man! These people are just trying to get you reeled up.” Paul mindlinked me calmly. The atmosphere around the garden was tense and everyone could feel it except The Richardsons.

Cynthia asked. And while they talked, the TV was playing in the background. "You don't stop, do you?" Eddy asked. "I will think about it," he added. "Oh come on, what's there to think about?" Cynthia queried. "You can worry. Fine, I'm in," he said and adjusted himself on his chair while he kept his eyes on the program airing on the television. Excited, Cynthia who was now feeling much better and fully recovered from injury, got up from her seat and rushed to her husband, hugged him and then kissed him on the cheek.

“Miss Garrison, did Charlene introduce you to her date that evening.” “She must have done but I don’t remember.” My eyes flashed and my mind raced. I knew exactly where Gideon was going to take this but there was no stopping it. “Miss Garrison, can you tell this court what you told Charlene that evening?” “I don’t know. It was months ago. I didn’t know many people that well. I can’t remember those conversations.” “Charlene remembers you talking about being broken into back home and how it excited you.” “That’s a lie!”

deserted. As if the whole town was deserted, if truth be told. Wait. Ellaine’s mind voiced out. The place was so familiar to her. She knew it very well after all. She just can’t remember why she recognized the place. She dreamed of it. The answer came abruptly to her. “Finrod, Margarette, I have dreamed of this place.” “You did?” Margarette was all ears. “This is Shasta, the ghost town of Lenriad. How come you dreamed of it?” Finrod asked.

ALICE “I’m sure you look hot as hell,” I yelled through the bathroom door, “get out here and let me see.” “I look ridiculous,” Cynthia slumped her shoulders as she tried to cover her sports bra with her hands, “could you imagine running into someone that I have to deal with regularly?” She made a half-shocked and wide-eyed face as she looked around for something to cover up with.

The door opened, and Cynthia turned to look at the visitor; she was still crying and did not move. Looking at her, Xanthus felt a twinge of pain in his chest. He hesitated but still walked over to her. Cynthia said, "My family... My Mom died years ago, Flynt too. Even Yanora..." Xanthus's brows furrowed. "I knew long ago. Sorry, I didn't tell you." Cynthia shook her head, crying as she held her face, feeling more devastated by the minute. Xanthus sat down across from her, staring. He was no longer eligible to wipe her tears away; he was not the person she needed most, but Jared.