Novel & Cerita Cyrus Goodman

I’m not in a village anymore. “Thanks.” Korah ignored him. She stepped on the accelerator and her BMW Z4 sped off with a loud noise. Cyrus sighed as he looked at the credit card in his hand. Then, he sighed again. “If Mr. Frank hadn’t taken the money in my piggy bank, I wouldn’t have ended up like this…” Just when Cyrus was about to leave, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. “Cyrus!” It was Dr. Truman Cohen.

“What got your ass on fire, Riker?" Someone in the room chuckles, but when Cyrus remains absolutely serious, the chuckle dies as quickly as it came. Cyrus pokes his cheek with his tongue, his gaze returning to the entrance. “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” This time, I can’t help but choke back a laugh. Cyrus’ old habit of cracking awful wedding puns whenever he finds them fit gets me every single time. I don’t even know why, they just do. Probably because they are so damn bad I wonder how they haven’t cost him his presidency yet. Any man in a foul mood would want to take him down first. But that’s the thing about Cyrus Hodge. His bad side is just as ugly and scary as easy and rare as

Leaving Cyrus shocked and alone standing. ---- Tabby

She looks at me as if asking what the hell I'm talking about. "That friendly gesture with that girl!" I stated. "What? Is it bad to be good?" she asked back. "Haha! No, it is not, It's just not like you" "Lol! I think Rox is kind! We can befriend her!" "Don't know! As you've said, she's kind so we're complete opposite" I saw her shake her head at what I said. I just shrugged. The great Black approaches someone and treats her nicely. I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black.

Cyrus turned to look at me puzzled “How do you know that? He is a very good student, an excellent one at that. We are expecting a lot from him. He is the pride of Bells High school. He has gone to so many Competitions for the school and he has also won medals as well. So we are very special about him. But I will consider it an added honor to have him teach you Marie; take it as a gift from me to you. You won’t find a better teacher than Cyrus here. He is a very wonderful ornament for the school and his family. He is a very good student. We have high expectations of him” he said singing Cyrus’s praise

A small dark chuckle left his lips as he shook his head in disappointment. “As expected. You didn’t catch her right.” Creed nodded. “Yes boss, as per your orders we let her run to Aaron Parker.” Cyrus hummed before dismissing Creed who went straightly to his house after all he wanted nothing but to reach his wife who was dead scared for Hazel. Cyrus’s plan was unpredictable yet complicating. He had his spy in Aaron’s gang who was informing him of Aaron’s every plan that was directed to Cyrus. Cyrus never gave a damn about what Aaron does or what is his business until Aaron knows well to not poke his nose in his business.

“Goddess. You’re a good friend. A weird one. But thanks Cyrus.” “No fucking problem. Anything for my bestie.”

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

Cyrus POV Cyrus Fox Datu had spent twelve years learning to read bodies in crisis. He could translate tachycardia into narrative, could trace the story of a life in the constellation of scars across a stranger's skin. But sitting across from Arthur Sullivan in a restaurant that charged too much for coffee, he found himself illiterate.

He looked nervously toward Jameson, who was looking emotionless. Right at this moment, the hospital room door burst open, and Jameson watched Cyrus march in. He was casually dressed, and he had a frigid air about him. "Hello, Mr. Schmidt. I believe I won't need to introduce myself again," Cyrus smirked coldly. That said, he still flashed his badge per his usual practice. "It's been a while, Cyrus." The smile on Jameson's face was friendly and warm. There was not a single hint of wickedness in his smile.