Cynthia Lemon Novels & Stories

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

“I’m looking forward to seeing her at the wedding.” The clicking of her stiletto heels down the hall announces Cynthia’s arrival before she walks in. She’s wearing a form-fitting red dress, and her long, straight hair is swinging down her back. Her almond-shaped eyes flick between us as she walks to the fridge. Her stride doesn’t falter for a second. “Gentlemen,” she says smoothly, pulling out a bottle of kombucha. “Cynthia.” I give her a nod. “Hello,” says Bob.

"You're nine hours late, Isabella." ​Cynthia didn't turn around from the marble island. She was wearing a cream silk blouse without a single wrinkle, her silver hair pinned back with a tortoiseshell comb that matched the tone of the cabinetry. Her long, pale fingers were busy with a silver paring knife, slicing a yellow lemon into translucent discs with an intense, mechanical rhythm. The sharp, clean scent of citrus cut through the heavy, stagnant air of the townhouse kitchen, a scent that had nothing to do with the wet spruce and wood smoke Bella had carried down from the mountain.

She stares at him, smiling goofily, as he helps her up. “Oh, hello there. Laura, you didn´t tell me you have a hot friend. Had I known; I would have hung out more with you.” I feel a sudden twinge of jealousy as Cynthia hooks her arm into Liam´s for support. “I´m Cynthia Ferguson.” “Liam Cranston.” They shake hands and Cynthia looks at Liam seductively. “Cynthia, what are you doing here?” “I guess I got lost. There´s a party in another lake house.” She turns east and west but she´s obviously confused.

Cynthia's cheek instantly swelled and a stream of blood scrolled down the corner of her mouth, but instead of feeling scared, she kept her eyes trained on Willie as though she was looking at a dead man because she knew that Leon would avenge her and Ruth once he found out about what Willie did. He ignored her cold glare and turned his attention to Ruth, who was in pain. "I'll spare you, for now, wench! Tell Leon that he's going to come to the Libertons Mansion if he doesn't want anything to happen to Cynthia! If he chickens out, he should expect to see Cynthia's dead body!" He said viciously. While Willie and the two mid-aged men had their eyes on Ruth, Cynthia reached into her pocket and sm

I raise my eyebrows at Mira who looks highly uncomfortable before whispering, “Cynthia, it was not a soup, it was- it was a lemon cleansing water for hands.” As soon as I hear her words I feel my face burning in shame and embarrassment. I look down hurt as I still hear giggles and whispers. “Hey! Leave her alone, she’s never been to a fancy place like this.” “Oh, Man! I wish she drank it, it would have beem more funny.” “Darling it was for washing your hands not stomach!”

I said and he pulled his face. He stood. "See after you said that. I just can't look at you the same." He smiled. "I'm going to change out of these clothes." _-_-_- I decided to make lemon meringue pies. I was craving something creamy and lemony. Mateo helped me mostly with the mixing of ingredients. Cynthia worked beside me, preparing dinner and I occasionally tried to peep to see what the secret ingredients in her dishes were. "I can give you the recipe," she said and I didn't realize she knew I was peeping, "but then why would you need me?" She laughed.

She ran outside the tent and saw Cynthia still standing where she was earlier, but Wayne and Shem had left. ‘We are coming,’ she heard her mate's voice. ‘Good. Jonas is taken care of. I'm going to stall Cynthia.’ Cynthia felt Olive and turned back. Her eyes raised a little then returned to normal. “You must feel on top of the world now that you're Luna of the greatest pack in the country,” Cynthia spat bitterly. Olive shrugged and began to walk forward. “I'm not you so I don't feel the way you would have,” Olive replied. Cynthia took heavy breaths and fisted her hands by her sides. Then she inserted those fists into the pockets of her cloak. When she brought them out, there were brimming wit

There was no need for a comparison, Cynthia’s figure came up on top. When Cynthia came out of the washroom, she ran into Linda’s friend, Zack. “You must be Ms Cynthia Lawson. I’m Zack Chad, a friend of Linda.” He gave her a smile. Hearing that he was Linda’s friend, Cynthia became more amiable. “Yes, I am Cynthia Lawson. Nice to meet you.” “Sure enough, you’re beautiful as your name suggests. Have you eaten yet? The buffet here is pretty good.” “Uh… not yet.” Cynthia answered truthfully.