Zexal Cathy Novels & Stories

Cathy gives a bleak laugh. “Do you know him?” I ask. “Unfortunately.” Cathy says reluctantly. “He’s my ex.” “Please tell me it ended well.” I practically whine. “Nope.” Cathy says, putting her forehead back on the bars. Great. So far our only chance of getting out of this cage is dependent on a ex-boyfriend. Let’s just hope this Calvin guy can separate pleasure from business.

Finnegan was flustered. “Excuse, I have to find someone.” Catherine said and gave Ms. Finnegan a pretentious smile as she left. Catherine was looking for Lyra and was approached by Dex. “Hey! Can I offer you a drink?” Dex asked and Catherine agreed. “Well I owe my thanks to you.” Dex said with gratitude as he handed the champagne to Catherine which she gladly accepted. “True to that, if it weren’t for me I think you’ll have another ballerina in an ambulance.” Catherine joked and Dex laughed.

“Rory.” He walks past, and I fall into step beside him. “Kayleigh’s father was killed by Marius’s army in an attack on their village, just north of the Borderlands,” he tells me as we navigate the gloomy corridors. “Her mother was taken—she’s presumed dead too. The humans burned the whole village. That girl, she barely escaped with her life. So, aye, she doesn’t like humans very much.”

Cattleya went willingly, curling against his chest, listening to that impossible heartbeat. For a long time, they simply sat in silence. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her arm while she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him—rain, sandalwood, and something darker. Then he spoke. “Tell me about your work,” he said. “The real work. Not the hospital cases.” Cattleya hesitated. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she told him. She told him about the nights she moved like a shadow through the city. About the precise incisions she made in the name of the Church. About the silver threads and scalpels that sang through the air. About the strange satisfaction she fel

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

Gilbert asked, sitting opposites in his chair. Nathan tiredly inclined his head to look at him, “I’m fine. Just that I can’t find big bro Zeth since awhile ago, and the series I am currently reading were already finished. Author Crossfinger is really great. Ugh I felt empty right now, I want to see Zeth.” Just after he mentioned it, Zitrey emerge in the entryway walking towards them. Hands are in the pants pocket. She just simply walked there with her casual clothes of an oversized black T-shirt and a pants yet all the air that surrounds hers were like shouting she’s cool and handsome.

“But, dear, there is no such thing as ‘good illness.’” “What Soren has now is a good illness,” Chloe retorted and placed a slice of cheesecake on Greg’s plate. The cheesecake completely silenced Greg since he stuffed the whole of it in his mouth. “When I met Etheral, I had both good and bad illness,” Nix spoke. “The bad illness would be when I had to endure her dangerous stunts.” I looked up to Nix and giggled. “And it’s incurable because I enjoy it and I have done it out of habit.”

Ozouf had no choice but to cheer up as well as he entered deeper int the crowd to avoid any form of contact with Edon's eye. Sooner than later, Phelan felt unsafe being held up in their house, she whispered to her small brother bot to bother her as she made her way out. “I feel so insecure, and I feel overwhelmed with abnormal powers, so let no one know that I left the house!” She said to Zeff knowing that Zeff was aware that she was turning eighteen and was then the time to become more powerful.

Evelyn stood up and walked to the middle of the desks. She took a deep breath, and I followed her lead. “Miss Garrison, have you ever had a one-night stand?” I felt the colour drain from my face. What did this have to do with the case? “Miss Garrison?” “Yes, once.” “Do you remember when you had the one-night stand?” “It was about 2 weeks after I moved here.” “And when was that exactly?” “I moved here on November the 18th last year.”