Cynthia Eden Novels & Stories

But I guess that's not the case anymore. I entered the living room to find everyone standing there except for Anna who was in the garden. Dante's eyes held a boring look "Look who's here?” he said motioning towards the door with his eyes. I looked at the direction he was pointing before I could react. A body pressed against mine, it was Cynthia. "I missed you so much," she grinned, hugging me. Cynthia was our father's mistress daughter with her first husband. She was not related to us by blood but we treated her like family because her mother died helping us.

“Deacon, this is my boss, Cynthia.” Ah. I should’ve known. “Cynthia… This is my friend Deacon.” Friend. Ouch. Cynthia was probably in her late fifties. She had her brown hair up in a twist and exuded elegance, just how I might picture someone who ran a ballet. I extended my hand. “Cynthia, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” “You, as well.” She smiled, not seeming to give off any funny signals; that made me think Carys had never talked about me with her.

If only she had paused for a second. But she hadn’t. And now, she was paying the price. I laughed quietly, smirking as loud as my heart allowed. Then I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Reality reminded me where I was. I was at work, and I had only borrowed a few minutes to catch the broadcast. My boss, who knew Abraham was my ex-husband, gave me the privilege to watch before returning to the counter table. By nightfall, I was back home. Cynthia was in her bedroom, sitting cross-legged on her bed, her little fingers clicking away at her Gameboy. Elizabeth, my mother, was in the living room, eyes glued to the evening news.

Cynthia, dressed in a flowing gown of soft lavender, stood amidst the beauty of nature, her presence harmonizing with the surroundings. She had been strolling alone, lost in her thoughts, when a soft voice interrupted her reverie. "Lady Cynthia, may I have a moment of your time?" Cynthia turned, and there stood Kana, the palace librarian. Kana was a woman of gentle grace, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall down her back, and her eyes sparkling with wisdom. "Of course, Kana," Cynthia replied, her gaze welcoming. "What can I do for you?"

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.

Should pay Cynthia ten times what I have for keeping Deidre’s alcohol-related catastrophes hidden from the public eye. “Not today, ok? I don’t need that from you. Half the fluid in my body has been replaced by plasma. I need nourishment.” “Whiskey does not provide nourishment,” I said sternly. She pouts at me, but I don’t give in. “Go get some food. Dina will whip you up something.” “I will, I promise…” For some reason I feel the need to tell Cynthia to do it or my wife won’t eat a bite this evening. “How is Ethan doing, anyway? You haven’t told me.” I put my hand on her knee in a reassuring squeeze.

"Forgive my manners, we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Cynthia, your patient is my mother. I'm her last born. And you are?" "I'm Dr. Dennis." He spoke, accepting her outstretched hand into a handshake. "Let me guess, you're the daughter who lives in another state with a demanding job?" She nodded, waking straight to the wine bar, she withdrew a wine and two wine glasses. "I came back home, last night. I am fired according to my boss." "I'm so sorry about that." Cynthia shrugged, "It's a blessing." The way she said it made a thought occur to Dane. "Wait. The same boss you're in love with?"

That night, Cynthia, finally back from her vacation, calls me. The first thing I feel when I see her name on the caller ID is overwhelming relief. It floods through me so strongly that I could cry from it. I’ve missed my friend. I’ve needed her so much. And now she’s here. Answering it at once, I bring my phone to my ear. “Cynthia… It’s so good to hear from you.” “What the hell have I missed?” Cynthia asks. “Did your boyfriend really tell Edward Zimmer to go fuck himself on live TV?”

"Eva, Eden, what' s happened? " Not getting an answer from the two of them, Cynthia then remembered that she had sent the two of them to the training camp to protect her brother. Because Pete and Alpha were working overnight at the camp tonight. Cynthia put on her clothes and walked out the door and asked one of the servants, "What happened? " The servant said fearfully, "Miss Jenny seems to have been bitten by a poisonous snake, and the doctor says she is poisoned and may have to have her leg amputated. "

“Wow! You are fucking beautiful. Ah! Tell me, who the heck are you, ‘cause I haven’t seen this face around” “I’m Cynthia. I’m Jayden’s secretary” Gerald’s jaw dropped. “Say what now? Cynthia fixed her hair before placing the cap back on her head. “Yes. I’m Jayden’s secretary. I want Jayden all to myself. I’m ready to go to any length to make sure that their marriage shatters and he comes running into my arms. “That’s crazy. Are you a psychopath by chance? I mean… a man who got me locked up because he caught me staring at his wife, he sure do love his wife”