Zexal Cathy Novels & Stories

"Hmm, you aren't so important then if I don't remember you." "Bethany!" Caleb exclaimed harshly. "You're speaking to my wife!" I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, “so? Not like she's some sort of goddess or is she?" Unconsciously I pull out a cigarette from my pocket to smoke. "She's my wife, my partner and my assistant if I were you I'd respect her." I blew out smoke. "we'll see bout that show me to my room already, hope it's painted white and black though and I hope one part of the wall was left blank."

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.

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.

Chill, just for a brief second and she was one step to getting out of here. She turned to look at Dexter, and it turns out the latter wasn't even looking at her. Who cares anyways? "I am Carla, but you can call me Carl. I am here with my friend, Dexter, and we are thinking of improving the program." Something knotted in Zoey's stomach was hard. "What program?" She almost choked out. "There's this program that Dexter just got into, it's really good, centered around workers, he just got the email of acceptance today."

The moment Cathy saw who was approaching them from a distance, she rolled her eyes. She and zervy aren't in good terms. Zervy is a village gossip, fighter and many more, going around with her girls looking for weak people to bully and control. Andrea thought that the were just passing by or so, when they stopped in front of them she was surprised but didn't show her expression. Vida squints her eyes and Katie was curious, to know the reason for the apprehension. one of the girls were chewing gum, acting like a slut on display, as her gown was to skimpy to be called a dress.