Cynthia X Diantha Novels & Stories

Cynthia was a little on the short side but built like a brick shit house, with big tits, a narrow waist and gorgeous long auburn hair. Mitch wasn't a fool; the crowd in the bar was an equal mix of men and women ranging from the older bikers Mitch hung with to the college students from PC, URI and RIC. Mark and Cynthia were eye candy for both types of crowds and both played the part, flirting their asses off. Once in awhile, after a couple of shots, Cynthia would even hop up on the bar in her short skirt and give the bikers a bit of a show dancing to the juke box. She had done it last week and ended up with at least $50 thrown at her.

I was the lucky one given to them in their late thirties. "You do know I am right when I say you should continue with therapy." Cynthia said slowly as if trying to gauge if I was ready for a discussion. "I am not..." I began to argue but she cut me off with a wave of her hand. "Not with Dr Anthony. Someone else, Diana happens to know someone that had a similar problem too and is now in a committed relationship for about six months now." She said, her voice taking on that advocacy tone she wasn't aware she used out of work.

Late in the night, Cynthia lounged at the balcony, as she wound up a video call with her assistant, she stared ahead absentmindedly, she remembered Drake's proposal and cringed. Huh, anyway, it was not bad if she went public after a few days of hibernation. She had just asked Victoria for a specific type of gown and was only left to hear from Drake who had once again gone quiet. She shut her laptop and walked in, spotting Daphne watching TV. Earlier on,Daphne had once again began making noise with Timothy and Cynthia had began to get suspicious. She sat besides her and stared at the girl to whom she owed her life.

I can see you're here with someone," She gave a sly smile and shifted her gaze back to Martin. "Let me guess, one of your mistresses? I thought you turned a new leaf," She scoffed. A frown appeared on Caitlyn's face. 'Who the hell does she think she is to talk to me like I'm nothing?" Caitlyn opened her mouth to speak, but Martin beat her to it. "Well, Veronica," He started, slipped his hand around Caitlyn's waist, and pulled her close, startling her in the process. "This woman here is my fiance, not one of my mistresses. I dropped that attitude in the past I wish to never return to."

Danika Williams It was a tiring day, I was on the ramp all day, with those hot lights blasting on my face and high heels which I think were invented to murder feet. I just wanted to go home, shower and have sex with Henry. Henry wasn’t my friend or my boyfriend. He was a guy I have sex with sometimes when I am not dating anyone. He is totally gorgeous but unfortunately he is a dolt. You can’t have a normal conversation with him, his IQ is that low. But its good sex, also he just leaves after we are done so I don’t have to worry about getting rid of him like some other guys.

CYNTHIA There was an event coming up at school. Cynthia was chosen to play the part of the evil witch of an enchanted themed play that Dylan was forced to write. Since he failed to bring Cynthia to Jon's party, Jon practically punished him by announcing to the whole campus his nerdy nature. Jon informed the Theatre club of his personal endeavors as an aspiring writer. As soon as Monday came, he was scouted by the President of the Theatre club to co-write the play. Cynthia had formerly declined to join the theatre club, but after hearing of him writing the play, she was ecstatic to play even the role of a tree.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

"I'm Elara Moonveil, your fiancée. Check my pack emblem if you don't believe me. Now, hurry up and show me where I can rest." I tossed my bag in his direction and walked past Cynthia without a second glance. "Ethan!" That sugary voice rang out again. "She's obviously a fake! The Moonveil alpha's daughter would never be this crude. Look at her—covered in dirt, hair like a rat's nest, reeking of mud... She looks like a rogue who stole that emblem from somewhere." "Who are you?" I asked coldly. "Me?" She laughed, linking her arm through Ethan's with practiced familiarity. "I'm Cynthia, Ethan's childhood friend. We grew up together. You should leave now before you embarrass yourself further, imp