Lil Cynthia Novels & Stories

"Yes. I saw you earlier. Pardon me for not introducing myself." I shook my head with a small smile. "Oh, it's alright. I'm Nina." "I'm Cynthia," she responded and outstretched her hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too." I took her hand in a light handshake. I hadn’t noticed when Lila came out of the room until I saw her in my peripheral vision, walking with her tiny feet toward the dining room. "I'll be leaving," Cynthia said. I followed her to the main door, where she exited, leaving me behind.

damn really skinny , sometimes I think while making me god forgot that a thing called muscles exist between bones and skin , but nevermind i can't change it .Duh . So i have messy ash blonde hair and acne loves me , my bestfriends you know they never leave me alone especially when i have to go to a special event . My face feautures aren't great too .But fortunately i got great nails , well they are almost claws , very sharp you know .This is how a look like .I have no special interest you know accept ballet , i am almost a prefect in it and it is the only thing I enjoy in this Damn world .I have frinds too but a very few , Gave you a reason to be jelous .Yeah you are not the only one , woul

Louisa: > “You’re joking.” > “I wish I was.” There was a pause, then another message popped up. Louisa: > “I’m coming over.” Cynthia quickly typed back, > “Don’t. They’ll freak out if they see you.” Louisa: > “Then I’ll call.” Seconds later, the phone began to ring. Cynthia picked up, her voice cracking. “Lou…” “What the hell, Cynthia? They can’t just do that!” Louisa’s voice was sharp, angry protective. “You’re not some… prize they can auction off!”

“Hello Cynthia. I’m stuck here. Really stuck. My car just stopped and I’ve got to go to a meeting soon. I should call him but it might take a while , you know na and I really don’t wanna ask my dad to send his driver over but I guess it’s integral since I’m stuck here. Oh? You’ve got someone? And you’re certain he’ll get here early? I’ll just call Musa to help inform his mechanic to come check it while your respondent arrives. Will be waiting. He’s reliable right? You know how people are nosy at times, be fast dear. I hate being stuck and thanks for helping out. “ Linda rattled, placed the phone next the steering wheel. Her stomach burned from having to inspire petroleum while peeping inside

"Who is this Cynthia? Why does her name terrify me? What did she do to me? What connection do I have with this Cynthia? Lucious exhaled long and slow. "It's not just what she did to you. It's what she did to me, and what she was going to still do". Lauren winced her eyes and etched. Her breath hitched. "What? He stepped closer now, slowly, carefully. "She is a terrible person, she can kill, she can manipulate, she can hurt anyone on her way. She kidnapped your mother, and tried to harm her, before we rescued her". Lauren's hands trembled in her lap.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

###### At the location of the hacker hideout that Ravyn and Mol found… ["I’m Leila. You, benchwarmers, are so boring it makes me want to sleep." A computer screen displayed the message in the room where Ravyn and Putter, who had just received initial treatment, arrived. *click* *clack* *click* The purple-haired girl searched for Leila on a hologram projected from her ring. …Leila is an outstanding employee of Ly Company. This profile really exists… On the table, Putter had his hand sense the temperature of the coffee-filled cup. The cup had cooled down to the point that he almost felt no heat from it.

“I was hoping we could discuss the upcoming investor’s gala.” I watched as she placed a manicured hand on his desk, leaning in slightly. Lucas barely reacted. “Not now, Veronica.” She pouted, but her eyes flickered toward me. “Oh, is this…?” “My wife,” Lucas said flatly. “Lily, this is Veronica Hayes, head of PR.” Veronica’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, how lovely. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Lily.”

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."