Cynthia X Diantha Novels & Stories

Remembering Hilla, she placed the stool down and approached Mart, “where have you been?” Mart was confused at first. Ciandra leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I hope I don’t kill you, too.” Ignoring the fire on his body, he thought Alpha Ciandra was being psychotic. He returned her to the bed and cared for her. Alpha Ciandra didn’t remove her eyes from him. How could she when her wolf and her mind were at war? How could she when she was cussing herself for ignoring the fact that, while she played the pregnant cleaner, the moon goddess was still playing her life?

Cynthia said. I paused for a second before letting out a deep breath. “She's my mate…” I say… More like trying to convince myself. “She's your mate…Only?” Cynthia purred, this time.. she started unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my chest even more. She kept purring sexily, making my cock harden. “What…what do you mean by that?” I stammered, as she knelt down and grabbed my cock from my pants. “Oh…You know what I mean… Mendoza…Olivia…aw I have said too much.” Cynthia said, her voice was as velvet and sexy as she looked.

“Not right now. Linda is in there fighting for her life, and we’re out here screaming at each other like that’s going to change anything.” Cynthia stared at me, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to contain her emotions. Then, she pointed a trembling finger at me. “If she dies,” she said slowly, her voice low and venomous, “you’ll wish you had never met her. I will make sure of that, Dante. Do you hear me?” Her words sent a chill down my spine, but I didn’t flinch. I met her gaze head-on, refusing to let her see the fear bubbling under the surface.

Even so, it did not have the slightest effect on her unique charisma and demeanor. She was greeting her guests. Meanwhile, Bobby was escorting her the whole time. Together with James, Cynthia walked over to Thea. Thea saw them approaching from afar. Upon seeing how intimate James was with another woman, she momentarily froze. Then, she smiled and greeted, “Cynthia, you’re here.” “Mhm.” Cynthia gently nodded. Cynthia was a member of the Dawn family. She was a big shot. Hence, she was someone Thea and the Callahans wanted to curry favor with.

They started shouting the moment they saw her. Cinthia was tall and thin. She was a beautiful young girl and looked very refined. She had a head of long, black hair that looked soft and wavy. A complete white lotus to be precise. After she heard people shouting her name, she ran towards Nick and Diana. Though she had a big smile plastered over her beautiful thin lips, Thea found her a little pretentious. “Hi! You’re Uncle Nick and Aunt Diana, right?” Thea’s parents were very excited. Diana even hugged Cinthia. “You’ve grown so big! Last time I saw you, you were just a baby.”

“Thank the goddess. I knew the moon goddess wouldn't have let her die just like that. She wouldn't have let someone take over her position.” “What's your name?” I asked. “My name is Patricia, Alpha Cain. Miss Diane and I used to be good friends.” “I can tell. I've seen you both on several occasions. Patricia, I want a favor from you, concerning, Miss Diane.” “Anything, for miss Diane, Alpha Cain.” “You see, I'm trying to gather more evidence to expose the crimes of the present Luna. I want you to be a witness. And I want you to tell me exactly what you just told me on the day I plan to expose her. Can you do that for me?”

An old man on the vintage chair with a newspaper in hand replied. A woman wearing a huge smile on her face, probably older than Westley stood up. “Audene, I thought you’re busy.” The thick southern accent in her tongue was palpable. She bounced her eyes from me, then back to Westley. “Hello, I’m Clyve.” I held out my hand. “You must be new here, darlin’. I’m Xena.” She shook my hand, then looked at Westley who looked at her with disinterest. It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type.

Cynthia’s laughter rang out like delicate chimes, blending with the soft click of her stilettos as she walked beside Dalton. She wore a flowing gown with a daring slit, exuding effortless confidence, while Dalton kept to his usual laid-back style—his maroon shirt fitted snugly against his frame, the sleeves rolled up as if he had just finished something that required his hands. Then, as if to twist the knife deeper, Cynthia reached for his arm, her fingers curling around his elbow with practiced familiarity.

Cynthia made her plea in a sincere tone as she stared into Debby's eyes pleadingly. Debby hesitated for a moment but agreed, "Yes I can do it for you, but why don't you ask Master Carlo for it?" Cynthia narrowed her eyes and smiled as she lied: "I want to paint a special picture for your Master Carlo, it's a surprise and he can't know about it." Cynthia stood up and moved her body, she was a little sleepy after Carlo had kept her up until the middle of the night last night. She was wearing a white shirt today with one button loose on the collar, the hickey on her neck leaking out.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."