Silk Cindy Moon Novels & Stories

Two fingers plunge inside her without warning, and Cindy’s back arches, a broken cry tearing from her throat. “You want him?” Lana taunts, her fingers curling inside Cindy, her thumb pressing against her clit. “Beg for it.” Cindy’s hips buck, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “Please!, pleaseeeee” Lana’s gaze flicks to me. “Give her what she wants.”

“So does fear.” Her smile goes brittle. “We’ll see,” she says, then melts into the trees. Her presence lingers for a moment, then slips away. Caleb lets out a slow breath. “She’s moving faster,” he says. “Whatever she’s planning, she’s not waiting.” I nod, feeling the silver inside me wake up, aware and ready. “Then I’m not waiting either.” Above us, the moon climbs higher, sharp and bright, almost like it’s watching. The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.

At least, I hoped I was. Cindy had been my saving grace. She was always so kind, never pressuring me to talk or come out of my room. She just knocked softly, brought me breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day, and smiled warmly even when I couldn’t return the smile. We talked sometimes—well, mostly she talked and I listened. I learned her parents were omegas in the Crescent Moon Pack, and she was only sixteen. She still had a cheerful way of talking, full of energy, even when things were quiet. It made me feel a little less alone.

The black silk and cream overlay drew glances as I walked in. Three women in matching emerald cocktail dresses stepped into my path before I made it ten feet. "Well, well." The tallest one folded her arms, diamond bracelets clinking. "The famous Sylvia Moonriver. I thought you'd be taller." Her friend tilted her head. "Isn't she the one who threw herself at Damian and only knew how to bake bread? I heard she didn't attend a single council session." The third one smirked. "A flower vase with legs." I looked at each of them in turn. Took my time. Let the silence stretch until the tall one shifted her weight.

Gale seemed to have noticed Kara's sluggish response. "Hey, what's wrong? Is there a problem?" Kara took a deep breath before she spoke again. “I'm actually worried about Cindy. It's been almost half a year since MoonStar launched Cindy but no one seems to be interested on inviting her as a guest in variety shows, and there's no offer for her for any TV and movie projects..." Kara relayed her problems to Gale. "Well, in my opinion, I think it's too early for Cindy to be on a TV or movie project. And I think it's common for some newbie actors and actresses to wait for 3 years before they can have their big break..." Gale voiced out his opinions.

"Mona is another one of our Doms, while Tyra and Savannah are subs." "Beautiful Indian girl over there, her name is Shyla. That girl's hips don't lie, and most of them men just like watching her dance." Cindy nodded her head in the direction of a thin dark olive-skinned girl, with a golden piercing on the crook of her right nostril. Her almond shaped dark-green eyes and darkened lips gave her an exotic appealed, and when she smiled at something Simone said, Cara could understand why Cindy dubbed her as beautiful.

said Mike, "Could you please take off the rest of your clothes now Cindy?" "Okay," agreed the topless blonde. Cindy stood up and reached behind her, unzipping the back of her skirt and letting it fall around her feet. Cindy's legs were as long and beautiful as they had looked in her skirt, and from Mike's point of view behind her, he got a great angle on her lovely ass, encased in a pair of bikini style panties. Mike had to admit that they had got very very lucky. Cindy was incredibly hot for a thirty five year old, and she also seemed willing to let them have a little fun.

Besides him sat Hyacinth. “Isn’t that Henri Kingston, the CEO?” Hyacinth spotted them as they left the hall. “You even know him?” Wess asked her. “Is there anyone who didn’t? But did you know that he was coming?” she asked him. “And bought the painting too.” Wess muttered, his gaze unreadable. “Did you want to buy it for the muse?” she asked eliciting a raised brow from him, “Who is muse?” he asked. “Kayla, of course. She closely resembles a character from my book. That character more than any other was guarded, innocent, yet gullible.”

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

I honestly don't want to cause unnecessary attention from the crowd. "Did she just call your name?" Cindy asked. "I think there is another girl with the name of Rhea!" I answered. "But why she is staring at you?" I dropped on sweat glistened on my forehead and I felt a frantic fear rising up inside of me. The Moon Goddess come closer to me and held my hand. I looked at her in surprise. She placed her mouth next to my ear. "Come up, dear!" At the edge of my sight, I noticed that Cindy went missing again. Deep inside, I wanted someone to steal my attention from me. Having all of the people's eyes on me is pretty damn awkward. I adamantly ignored their scornful look and asked the Moon Goddess.