Cynthia Lemon Novels & Stories

The new intern, Cynthia Joller, had posted about me online, claiming the company had made them use their leave for team building. No one wanted to fly all the way to an island to spend time with colleagues. However, what the internet did not know was that our company's team-building tradition involved booking a top-notch five-star resort every year: all-inclusive, family-friendly, with an extra three days of paid leave, and a $30,000 budget per person. The whole internet dubbed me a cold-blooded capitalist, so I decided to give in to their demands and issued a notice. [In response to employee feedback and to honor personal time, this year's team-building retreat has been canceled. Instead, a $500 allowance for personal travel will be provided.] The notice stirred up a commotion in the company. Long-time employees gathered at my office door, pleading for the return of the sunny Madiles retreat.

STORY SUMMARY Nhlanhla, a once-powerful billionaire, watches his life unravel after losing his job and spending years in unemployment. Stripped of dignity, he moves into his girlfriend Thandeka’s family home, where her mother Cynthia wages psychological war against him, ultimately framing him for infidelity and orchestrating his downfall. Homeless and broken, Nhlanhla discovers his misfortune is spiritual — rooted in his estrangement from his father’s ancestors. His search leads him to Pastor Zondo, a revered religious leader hiding a dark secret: Nhlanhla is his illegitimate son. As lies unravel, pregnancies expose truth, and ancestral rituals restore balance, Nhlanhla confronts betrayal, identity, and legacy. Through humiliation, spiritual awakening, and reconciliation, he rises again — not just to wealth, but to wholeness. The story is a powerful exploration of identity, masculinity, faith, hypocrisy, ancestral truth, and redemption.

When Amelia’s sister runs away with her lover to escape a contract marriage, the burden falls on Amelia to take her place. To protect her family’s honor, she becomes the substitute bride to Justin, a ruthless Mafia Don feared by many. Obedient and selfless, Amelia vows to play her role in silence, but secrets never stay hidden for long. As Justin’s cold eyes begin to linger on her, Amelia realizes her heart is betraying her, beating faster for the very man she should fear. But tragedy struck Cynthia came back, with the intention of Claiming what was hers. But Amelia isn't ready to back down. What happens when Justin De Russella finds out he had been deceived all these while. Will he destroy their family or he would pardon them because she had been an obedient wife all along?

"The CEO and her secret lover" focus on the beautiful daughter of blackwood ..who found her self in love with someone that's forbidden by her family..But their love was so strong that they didn't mind going against their family and facing the challenges that comes their way...

During a game of Truth or Dare at a gathering with friends, my girlfriend, Bridget Ellison, loses. Her punishment is to buy coffee for everyone. Half an hour later, she returns carrying more than a dozen bags and starts handing out drinks with a smile. "Francis, you've been pulling all-nighters for two days straight. Here's your iced long black." "Daryl, you like java chip frappe with extra mocha sauce, right?" "And here's yours. Lemon black tea, no ice. You've ordered it hundreds of times." One by one, everyone gets their drink. By the time she reaches me, only an empty bag remains. Everyone at the table freezes. "Where's Aiden's drink?" She pushes her peach frappe toward me and says, "I forgot. He can just share mine." A friend immediately groans and complains, "It's the same every gathering. If you two want to show off how loving you are, can you at least come up with a new routine?" Everyone around us laughs and teases us, but I can't bring myself to even take a sip of the drink. I'm the only one who knows the truth. The display of affection is an act. In reality, she has truly forgotten to buy me a drink. After four years together, Bridget still can't remember that I'm allergic to peaches. I set the peach frappe back on the table. I've spent four years settling for less. Now, it's time for me to leave.

“I’ll give you anything you want but you need to leave.” Daniel muttered to me the second time making my leg wobbled, I fell infront of him. He looked at me but no trace of concerns in his eyes. “Cynthia, you should name your price and leave as soon as possible.” he muttered, his voice filled with so much ease as if I meant nothing to him all these years—as if the whole three years of being together were absolutely nothing! After begging frantically, he threw a cheque at me, his eyes impatient. With tears in my eyes, I looked at Daniel but he didn't even budge. Slowly, I picked myself up, took my box, tore his cheque to his and left his home—if he could threw me out even after three years of peaceful marriage then he could as well hold his cheque. I didn't marry him for his money and I'd prove to him that I was worth more than the money on his cheque.

For 1,095 days, Maya Vance was a ghost. She cooked three-star meals for a man who didn't know her favorite color and kept his failing shipping empire afloat with anonymous billions. She was the "Safe Choice." The "Placeholder." On their anniversary, Lucian Blackwood brought home his "White Moonlight," Cynthia Thorne. With a cold flick of a pen, he handed Maya a divorce decree. "She’s back. I don't need a substitute maid anymore. Get out." Maya didn't cry. She smiled—a smile that should have terrified him. Within twenty-four hours, the Blackwood name is erased from the stock exchange. The mysterious "Phoenix," the world’s youngest tech trillionaire, emerges from the of shadows to dismantle Lucian’s life piece by piece. When Lucian finally tracks down the woman ruining him, he doesn't find his "homely" ex-wife. He finds an Empress on a throne of his broken dreams. Now, he’s on his knees in the rain, begging for a second chance. But Maya Vance doesn't give second chances. She only gives invoices.

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." "Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk. I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them. Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar. "Seven minutes! Starting... now!" someone hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles. But seven minutes came and went. The door stayed shut. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty... I finally stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs, ready to see what was going on. Just then, I heard Luca’s friends whispering in a thick Sicilian dialect. "This American guy... her head is greener than a lemon tree in Palermo and she doesn’t even know it." "I bet Luca and Fiona are having the time of their lives in there right now." "Poor Boston girl. Look at her, sitting there like a loyal little dog. Hilarious." I froze. My blood turned to ice, and the air felt too thin to breathe. Suddenly, the storage room door creaked open. Luca walked out, wiping sweat from his brow, followed closely by Fiona, who was busy smoothing out her rumpled shirt. "Whoa, how was it? Seven minutes in heaven live up to the hype?" someone teased. Luca smirked, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Better. I didn't want to leave."

After my rebirth, I signed a whole body donation consent letter. In my previous life, my boyfriend's junior was a self-proclaimed miracle worker who claimed she could cure any illness—even late-stage cancer. Every time that woman worked her magic, the same disease that she'd cured would reflect on my body. Overnight, I was diagnosed with over 300 types of diseases, and the bones in my legs were shattered. Just when I was going to talk to my boyfriend, he stormed in holding a checkup report. "You're unbelievable, Cynthia! You had AIDS and didn't tell me? Who was it? God, I can't believe I actually pitied you. You deserve every disease you have." … Yvonne took my place as a healer respected by the world of medicine. I languished and died under excruciating pain and the public's insults. Moments before my demise, her smug cackle reached my ears. "Your life for hundreds. You should be grateful I gave you this chance." Then, my eyes snapped open. And this time, I finally understood how she had done it.

Bella Russo never thought her life would change so drastically at 18. To save her family from ruin, she is forced into a marriage with Dominic Luciano Moretti, a powerful and ruthless mafia boss ten years older than her. On their wedding night, he takes Bella to his room, staring at her with eyes filled with lust he spoke to her directly for the first time " undress". Scared and trembling, she begged him for time, saying, “I’m not ready yet. I’m only 18.” But Dominic doesn’t care. He steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. “You should have said you wanted me to undress you myself... and I don’t mind doing that.” When his lips touch hers, Bella fights to push him away. Her hands press against his chest, but her touch only fuels his desire. hot breaths coming from his mouth, he thought to himself,how this little kid is able to get him this aroused,Dominic won’t stop until he has her completely.with a sharp move he unzipped her dress and started removing the dress, and slowly her boobs came to view, he gulped down nothing as he saw the size, it was unexpectedly lemon sized, he cupped her boobs in his hands causing her to moan out, the effect that had on him was unhealthy, he resumed kissing her crazily, Thrown into a world of passion and danger, Bella must find her strength while living with a man who sees her as his to claim. Can she survive the darkness of his world and uncover the love hidden behind his cold exterior? Or will she lose herself in the fire?