Cynthia X Diantha Novels & Stories

she said, standing up to help pull Demetria to her feet. "Me too. So, do you have a few minutes?" Demetria asked. "I have all the time in the world." "Good," Demetria said, walking toward Kerry's house. "I want to talk to you about Jane." Cynthia seemed surprised but sat on the front porch swing with her. Demetria pressed her lips together. "I see you've grown closer to Dan?" Cynthia blushed. "Yes. You and Kerry were right. He's a good guy."

There were a lot of words that I didn't understand, but I listened attentively anyway. I looked closer and found a familiar blonde she-wolf standing just a few steps behind him. She wore a white fur coat over a black silk dress that hugged her figure nicely. After racking my brain for a couple of minutes, I realized that it was Cynthia. My previous encounter with her was not pleasant at all, so the realization that she could be seen together with Dylan so casually like that made me green with jealousy. It didn't help either that she kept on blatantly throwing flirty glances at him as if she wasn't on camera. If anyone notices, they would probably misunderstand. "With these plans..." Dylan sp

The door opened, and Cynthia turned to look at the visitor; she was still crying and did not move. Looking at her, Xanthus felt a twinge of pain in his chest. He hesitated but still walked over to her. Cynthia said, "My family... My Mom died years ago, Flynt too. Even Yanora..." Xanthus's brows furrowed. "I knew long ago. Sorry, I didn't tell you." Cynthia shook her head, crying as she held her face, feeling more devastated by the minute. Xanthus sat down across from her, staring. He was no longer eligible to wipe her tears away; he was not the person she needed most, but Jared.

In other words, Darryl, who had violated her, should not be too far off. "Xenia!" Cynthia called out softly as Xenia scanned the surroundings for Darryl. Her eyes looked determined. "I'm no longer a Nine Saint Oracle without the Nascent Power, and I'm too embarrassed to see the other sisters. Remember, avenge me." Then, Cynthia retrieved a dagger and stabbed her heart with it. Cynthia was the most stubborn one among the Nine Saint Oracles. "Cynthia, don't be stupid!" Xenia was shocked to see what Cynthia had done, and she rushed to stop her, but she was still a step too late. The dagger pierced Cynthia's heart deeply, and her dress was soaked with fresh blood. She had died.

“That’s… a lot, Cynth. But hey, you’re going to handle it beautifully. You always do.” Cynthia let out a quiet laugh, though it was edged with nervousness. “I hope so. But there were… complications. Natasha. She’s Xavier’s sister, and she doesn’t even know me. And her friend, Diana — I think they’ve already decided they don’t like me.” Louisa whistled softly. “Ooooh, sounds like trouble brewing. What did they do?”

Cynthia asked, taking a sip of her wine. “I don't,” Joana replied coldly, turning to her. “I'm here for Ryan.” Cynthia nodded. “Ryan is indeed a bright boy, when he came to invite me, I was hesitant but after he said that Valtor would be there, I just had to come.” Joana lips curled into a faint smirk. “You came because of Valtor?” Cynthia leans closer. “I came to see Daniel,” she glanced around. “But I don't see him around, didn't he come with Valtor?”