The Beginning After The End Cecilia Novels & Stories

While Damien was out, I went to a small store on the outskirts of town and purchased two large bags of charcoal. The shopkeeper, a kindly old man, reminded me, "Miss, remember to open the windows for ventilation if you're using charcoal to keep warm." I smiled faintly and said nothing. Once Ricky's funeral was over, I planned to end my life by burning charcoal and leave this world for good. Just as I hid the bags of charcoal under the bed, I blacked out. When I came to, all I saw was the stark white ceiling of a hospital room. Damien sat at my bedside, gripping my hand tightly. His eyes were filled with despair and sorrow.

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

Cecilia had never felt so bold in her life. "You heard me, young man; why haven't you stuffed that Big Fat Cock in my hot, wet mommy pussy already?" Gio swallowed hard. "You want me to fuck you?" Just to make sure there was no doubt in his mind, Cecilia reached behind her and dropped the dress she'd put on when she'd thought she was going to fuck Greg Anderson. That was before she saw her daughter filled with her son's big fat cock. She walked up and put her hand on the growing cock in her son's shorts. "That's exactly what I want, Gio. Come Fuck your Mommy-slut."

Cecilia was passed out on the bed, her breathing coming out in short, labored breaths, and the soup was on the ground, long forgotten. Anna swallowed at the sight. She went over to the bed, her breathing shaky as she examined Cecilia’s body. She pressed her fingers against the nape of her neck, checking for a pulse. It was there… and oddly strong. But she knew it wouldn’t be long now before she was dead. Nobody ever survived Moonshade before, and Cecilia wouldn’t be any different. She would soon be free from the very pack that killed her mother, and her mother’s death would be avenged.

" It's okay though, he'll be too late now. Yes, he'll cry and hurt over you, but I'll be there to comfort you. I'll make him forget about you or your existence. There wont be anymore Roman's Sweet but his Beverley. You know what, I wont fail now, this time is even better. I can see it for myself now!!!" She laughs, a satisfactory look take over her face. I'm too stunned to utter a word. How can people be so vicious? " Didn't I tell you that you would be helpless before me, kitty cat?....It's time for us to part ways, for good this time." Kyle says, a victorious smirk playing on his face. " I finally got rid of you Hazel. It's a shame that you wont get to see your next birthday. The chapter o

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

It felt like she trusted me. Cecilia’s pov I was floating in a nightmare. Hands grabbing at me. Voices laughing. Pain spreading through my body from where the needle had pierced my skin. Then suddenly... nothing. The hands vanished. The laughter stopped. Instead, warmth enveloped me. A clean, woodsy scent filled my nostrils—powerful, protective, familiar. I couldn't open my eyes, but I didn't need to. I felt myself being carried, cradled against a strong chest. Even in my drugged state, my body instinctively moved toward that source of warmth.

Cecilia voiced her concern while staring at Jake. Jake stood up, took her chin and kissed her temple. "You don't have to be the same. We don't want the woman who was left at the altar. We want the woman who willingly gave herself to us and trusted us." Cecilia left the mansion while holding her dress they ripped so her body wouldn't be exposed. She can still feel their sweat, saliva and cum all over her body as she leaves. She had a smile on her face. She's finally free. The three Alphas might have wrecked her body, but they made her feel complete when her loved ones broke her.

I could not give up on our relationship so easily, not after so many years together. Now, though, I only resented how blind I had been. When I was cleaning up the bed, I even found some used tissues. I could not hold back the nausea anymore, so I ran to the washroom and gagged into the toilet. It was only when my stomach hurt that I realized I had thrown up nothing but bile. I only felt better after tossing away all the sheets. Just then, Serena reached out to me on Instagram with a DM. [Cyrus’ phone is out of battery, so he couldn't call you. He wants you to bring some documents to his office.]