Cynthia X Novels & Stories

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.

Cynthia has started her business of selling fashionable stocks, her boutique comprises of both male and female wears, both with unisex shoes, body sprays, and perfumes, it is a big shop of it kind, very big and well stocked with goods, Cynthia was please to settle in the shop, whenever she goes to the shop she feels bless and will always call herself a woman, I am a giant, I dreamt, I worked towards it and now I am victorious, I have everything to write home about, Cynthia is a slot, she has no future, she is born by a mistake sperm, yes I am, but today men and women that mocked me are not in my class, my name is Cynthia great daughter of Becky,, she never give up in life, then why are you w

Xander I leave Haley upstairs and take the stairs two at a time to go back to the gym. That fucker Kyle better be waiting for me. When I enter, Kyle is leaning against the ropes, downing a bottle of water as if nothing happened. As if he didn’t have his filthy paws all over my wife just mere minutes ago.

Cynthia's smile was small but tinged with sorrow—a mix of gratitude and resignation. Roy hesitated, then suddenly asked, "Cynthia, I heard your boyfriend is Lucien Brown, the CEO of C.Star Group." He paused before continuing, "They say he's a notorious playboy. Why do you like him?" Cynthia's breath hitched. Without thinking, she reached out and clamped a hand over Roy's mouth, her movements urgent and panicked. The last thing she wanted was for anyone else to hear this. Roy froze, stunned by the unexpected touch. Cynthia's hand was warm and soft against his lips. For a fleeting moment, it felt as if time had stopped.

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 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

“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle.

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.

Xena glared at Alex again, but still sat down. Cynthia walked to the tea table, poured tea, and winked at Alex, asking Alex to go quickly. Alex, who was still standing in front of the shoe cabinet, understood and slowly walked over. He sat down in front of Cynthia and squeezed out a smile. "Beauty Cynthia, I'm here today to ask you for help. At the same time, I also want to ask Isla and auntie for help..." "What?" Xena was furious. "Cohen, who gave you the courage to ask us for help?"

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.