Pokemon Cynthia Fanart Novels & Stories

"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

Athena glared at Cynthia and next second she snorted in derision before leaving to get the car ready. Cynthia stabbed the meat with the fork and clenched her Palms, fumming with so much anger. Her eyes was blazing with so much anger, her nostrils flared and her face was turning red. Smoke escaping from her two ears. "No Jayden. You belong to me. I won't let this slide. I'm going to show you all who I truly am. I won't let you and Monalisa be together. Never! I'm going to shatter her."

I relayed, "Its all what gets running through your mind and that of who you are with. Cynthia here just happens to be a lady who can draw any man young or old naturally. That's why you sneak looks down her shirt for example." Cynthia gave me this odd smile and look. "Dont look at me like that baby." I said, "You know it and you love it. Your like a beautiful painting but the beauty is not only on the canvas but the thoughts, hand and passion that went into its creation." She turned and gave me a simply unbelievable deep kiss then turned back towards Jerry. "I am going to give you a gift to think about Jerry, do not look upon any woman in such primal ways like how you speak about them. Look u

Cynthia, dressed in a flowing gown of soft lavender, stood amidst the beauty of nature, her presence harmonizing with the surroundings. She had been strolling alone, lost in her thoughts, when a soft voice interrupted her reverie. "Lady Cynthia, may I have a moment of your time?" Cynthia turned, and there stood Kana, the palace librarian. Kana was a woman of gentle grace, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall down her back, and her eyes sparkling with wisdom. "Of course, Kana," Cynthia replied, her gaze welcoming. "What can I do for you?"

He fell to his knees and crawled toward her inch by inch, not caring as the stones sliced into his skin. Cynthia's face had been restored to its former beauty, peaceful and serene. But she would never open her eyes and smile at him again. Fenrir would never get to smell the fragrance of lily of the valley that clung to her, nor would he ever hear her softly call his name. His anguished howls echoed through the valley, startling flocks of birds into the sky and sending beasts fleeing in all directions. Fenrir carefully cradled Cynthia in his arms, as if she were merely asleep and he was afraid of waking her up. But as he turned to leave, he came face to face with Johan, whose eyes were bloods

Although it was late at night, the villa was still brightly lit. Maxine, Cynthia, and Tiara were in the villa’s living room. The three of them were already beautiful. However, after becoming martial artists, their complexions improved further, and their faces were plump and rosy. For the past year, Cynthia stayed in Cansington and did not return to the Capital. Having a pure Yin physique caused her body to continuously produce Cold Energy, which improved her cultivation base rapidly. In just one year of cultivating, she had already become a fifth-ranked grandmaster through her own efforts.

Cynthia frowned, and as she looked at me, I could tell that her confidence was starting to slip. "I have no idea what he's talking about! He's just trying to frame me! Don't tell me that you are going to believe this person's words over mine! He's lying to you!" Cynthia screamed out, in a desperate attempt to defend herself. I turned towards Dante, and he produced two pictures from inside his jacket. Throwing the pictures at a pale Cynthia, he sneered at her. She picked them up, the expression on her face shifting. From shock, to fear, and then the realization that she was done.

Since then Cynthia was not allowed anywhere close to the pack meeting hall as she is labeled a distraction to Kevin. While she was with Logan, she never exhibited that type of horniness because Logan is the shy type that will put her in place when she tries to seduce him in people. He holds respect for his people and they do respect him back but now, it might not be that way since he lost the combat. “I have something to show you.” Cynthia squealed before she picked up a paper bag and headed for the bathroom. In the paperback was pink laced lingerie from Hanky Panky, a well-known underwear store in the pack.

All the people who were nice to me became my enemies and treated me like trash. "Cynthia, I'm so sorry for putting us through all of this; if only I weren't so weak, if only I could stand up for us. I know you've always wanted your mate. I'm so sorry, Cynthia," I cried through our mindlink. "None of this is your fault, Sara. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better. If only I could shift and take all your pain away," Cynthia whimpered in my head sadly. Nobody has ever seen Cynthia. I've only ever met her once myself, and that was before Mom and Dad passed away. She's a pure white wolf with golden eyes. She's a very pretty wolf, but Mom and Dad said I have to keep her hidden. They never told m

She sent a photo to his cell phone so that he would be able to spot Cynthia, and informed him about the matter. This man was an art enthusiast and was in his early thirties. There was a mature charm to him. He was also quite successful in his career. When he saw the photo that Linda sent, his heart was moved. Unexpectedly, he had the honor to send a beautiful lady home tonight. He began to scan the crowd in search for Cynthia. There was a painting of a woman displayed in the hallway. The content of the painting was on the more stimulating end. Cynthia came across this painting while walking around. When her gaze fell on this liberal painting, she was dumbstruck.