Cynthia Shirona Novels & Stories

The shape shifter wasn’t in her cage anymore, which made me wonder if she had decided to avenge her sister or Ryu had let her out for some urgent business. After several turnings I spotted the light, and I walked out through the forest. I took to my heels, headed for the port where I believed Delilah would be. She seemed pretty sad… Was Craig dead? She has had a crush on Craig ever since we were growing up, but Craig never gazed at her for once. He was all about girls who were more domestic-made than war-made. “Give me the report!” I hushed. “Craig was injured by Alpha Ryu when he decided to uphold the treaty between the pack and the Orchids, which ended up being razed in fire.” She broke do

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“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.

Everly kept close to Nathaniel's side, absorbing names and faces as fast as she could, smiling through introductions that felt more like negotiations than pleasantries. It was nearly an hour in, just as Everly was starting to believe they might make it through the evening unscathed, that a sharp-eyed woman in a deep red gown approached them with the deliberate confidence of someone used to getting exactly the answers she wanted. "Nathaniel." The woman's smile was polished, professional, entirely unreadable. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure." "Cynthia." Nathaniel's grip tightened almost imperceptibly around Everly's hand. "This is Everly Hart. Everly, Cynthia Yao, one of the board's lon

At first, nothing happened, then Lilith blinked, she returned to normal after that, then suddenly she blinked again, repeatedly this time, her smile faded slightly. She touched her forehead. "Are you okay?" Helena heard the woman asked Lilith. "Yes." Lilith nodded. "I think I'm just tired." Helena watched carefully, she smiled even wider as Lilith took another sip, then her movements became slower, her cheeks flushed, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "What is happening to me?" She listened as Lilith began to shiver. "Perhaps you should sit down." The woman said. "I'm fine." Lilith mumbled, attempting to take a step but she immediately had to hold onto the table.

Her boobs were as big as Elara's. “I have my own mission, alpha… I just hope you comply.” She said, cat walking her way towards me with a seductive look. “I don't understand…” I furrowed my eyes. “What part don't you understand? I need you to do as I say… Maybe…Just maybe… we can have what we both want. I know you want your Luna… I want your cock.” Cynthia purred. She reached close enough, she unclipped her bra and her boobs fell out … bouncing so sexily… Making my cock twitch.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Only his hands were attached to her body, but his mind was centered on Derrick and Lila. They were still dancing when Mrs. Shun walked with an angry face towards the couple. She went straight to Cynthia's side and whispered, “Cynthia! What sort of a woman are you! Sometimes I feel so ashamed of having you as my daughter-in-law! Look over there,” she said, rolling her eyes stylishly towards Derrick and Lila's side.

Cynthia thought to herself that if anyone tried anything, she'd make them regret it. Despite her sweet and gentle appearance, she was an international women's kickboxing champion. Most men wouldn't stand a chance against her. Yvette wasn't concerned about anyone investigating a shell company. The studio had been set up to keep Xavier from knowing about her work. Now that he had lost his memory, she had nothing to worry about. After finishing her conversation with Cynthia, Yvette called Zoey, hoping to have a serious discussion. Zoey had just finished a performance and was in the middle of removing her makeup when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up casually.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”