Read With Cindy Novels & Stories

I can't imagine spending time with him outside the hospital; I'd be too awed to speak. "All right, ladies!" Cindy taps a spoon against her glass to get our attention. "We're a book club, so we need to at least look like we're talking about this week's read." She reaches down to take a hardback book out of her bright pink beach bag. "Elin Hilderbrand's The Rumor-so much to unpack here. Who wants to start?" When none of us say a word, Cindy heaves a loud sigh. "Okay, children. I see you're going to make me work for this one. The book is told from four different points of view. Which did you relate to the most?"

I don’t know if she was listening to our conversation with Cindy or not. “Khlea,” said Cindy, who moved to my seat. She hugged me tightly. “Don’t leave me. I’m begging you.” “Cindy—” “I’m sick, Khlea.” I frowned when I heard what he said. “What did you say? Don’t joke like that, Cindy.” “I wish I was just joking, Khlea, but I’m not.” Cindy took something from the bag she was carrying and there was a paper out of it. She hung it on me.

"My name is Jennifer Elie. My sister, Linda Argwins, has been in a coma for six years following a deadly car crash in December 2014. A month ago, I went to her house back in the village to do some cleaning. And while I turned over her pile of clothes, I came across this secret journal that contains overwhelming information about her woes and sticky wicket, and which might be helpful in resuscitating her health." 💫🌟🌟🌟💫

What a blessing. "Rainey, where's Cindy? She said she was going shopping with you today, but she's still not back yet at this hour," Shaun said. He sounded furious, his disdain for me apparent. "Don't you have friends of your own? Why do you keep bothering her? She's pregnant, you know!" I thought back. Cindy should be with her lover at this hour. Smiling, I told Shaun, "She's probably at the café right now. You know, the one below my place."

The lesson continued without a hitch, making notes throughout, and writing down the homework of reading the first five chapters for next lesson. As the bell rings I grab my stuff, standing up I hear the brunette now known as Candace saying to her friends “She’s a bitch and a book nerd while wearing the ugliest boots I’ve ever seen this is going to be easy.” They all laugh as Candace bumps into me as they pass leaving the classroom.

Reign, Cindy's mind raced with wicked schemes, plotting and planning how to dismantle Tessa and William's relationship. She stepped through the front door, her mind still swirling with dark thoughts. Her mother, Jadah, a woman with worry etched into her features, greeted her at the entrance. "Cindy, I forgot to ask you, but what happened at the charity event? You look upset," Jadah said, her voice tinged with concern.

Zephyra I had been watching Cindy, something about her felt foreboding; she kept looking around the room and texting on her phone and quickly hiding it if someone walked by her. I took in her features, she was a skinny brunette with a square jaw, high cheek bones and black eyes. She looked so familiar, her name even felt familiar; Cindy’s personality reminded me of a woman named Ciana from the Night crawler pack, she despised me, and Cindy did not like me, no matter how nice I was to her, but tonight something felt really off, like my gut was warning me about something; I just did not know what.

Rebecca thought that maybe Cindy was being pushed too far too fast and tried to come to her rescue by arguing, "Come on, Nickie, don't be mean." But Cindy shocked us all by quietly saying, "No, it's fine. I picked dare." She then slowly turned around in my arms and locked eyes with me as if she were asking my permission. I nodded silently and watched her drop her eyes as she maneuvered her hands under my shirt. I watched her lick her lips as I felt her hands slip under my bra to grope my breasts. I sighed quietly but Cindy heard me and stopped as she looked back up into my eyes. I gave her a small smile and nodded my head as I whispered, "It's ok, Cindy. It just feels good."

She turned and walked away, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. I stood there for a moment, watching her go. Then I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. I was so tired of dealing with Fiona. I had to find a way to make her leave this house. Soon. Later that afternoon, I was sitting in the living room reading when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked up to see Cindy walking down slowly. She looked nervous, like she wasn't sure if she should be there. When she saw me, she walked over to where I was sitting.

I ask in anger and disbelief. "MOTHER! Is what she's saying true? Did Cindy really sleep with the king?"Susanna snaps out... "Alright girls, let's take this inside. You"I say pointing at Cassy the ugly beggar . “You better tell me what I need to know before I throw you out. I pulled her into the house... “Yesterday, I met with Cindy in the market and she told me everything. I'm only here because I also heard you want to get her married with a Mr Barton?"She asks...