Novel & Cerita Aunt Cass Fanart

Her knee-length skirt hikes up slightly, and all I can think about is her in an even shorter shirt, bent over my desk with those long strands of blond hair wrapped around my fist. Kira straightens up, reading from the Post-it. "Miss Claude wants to…" "Shred it," I bite out through gritted teeth. My assistant, who is competent most of the time, gawks at me in confusion. "This little piece of paper?" "Are you an idiot?" "She wants your opinion on the venue for your engagement party," Kira delivers the very message I just told her to shred. My day was already hard enough without having to deal with Claude’s whims. "Next time, don’t bother me with spam messages."

He froze, struck dumb, his pupils dilated in utter shock. The truth, heavy as a sledgehammer, shattered every one of his ridiculous fantasies. His father, trembling with rage, pointed a shaking finger at his disgraceful son and let out a desperate roar. “Open your damn eyes and look! Four years ago, Harper became the owner of this estate! Harper is the true Luna of this manor… which makes her your aunt!”

My name is Nicky Roberts. I'm a college student crashing at my uncle's place nearby. I've always been hairy for my age—nineteen, full of hot blood, and craving women more with each passing day. Every night, I'd find a porn video, secretly blow off steam with one of my aunt's stockings, then toss it back in the washing machine. My aunt's a flight attendant. First thing after work every day, she peels off her stockings. She has an oval-shaped face, creamy skin, and a pair of breasts so huge even her uniform can't hide them—buttons practically ready to pop. Just picturing her body in my head is enough to get me off.

I walked over to a vase and threw it onto the floor. Peter Bateman, one of the household staff members, heard the commotion and slowly came over. Pointing at Tanya's things, he asked, "Why are you throwing a tantrum again, Ms. Gould? Ms. Hall is such a sweet and kind person. Don't you think you're going a bit too far?"

Belina scoffed, her voice laced with venom. Rose, standing nearby, snorted with disgust. “Goodness, Uncle Damien married a devil like himself.” Jeana couldn’t help herself. “That wretch used to be your son’s girlfriend, Aunt Belina,” she sneered, her words dripping with spite. Belina gasped, looking at Aaron with shock and disbelief. “Aaron… is that true?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Aaron’s face hardened, the anger in his eyes barely contained. “She’s a nobody’s mother. I know her well,” he muttered, turning away from them, unable to bear the looks of pity or judgment.

I warned; I'd love nothing more than to bend her over the dining room table and spank her pretty ass raw. Just as I said, Aunty Maria walked in with three glasses of champagne, placing them on the table in front of us. Then she took a seat across from me and Cassandra. "Alessandro, I wanted to speak to you about the marriage situation, When will Cassandra be moving in with you? Aunty Maria asked taking a small sip of her drink. "As soon as she is ready, I wouldn't want to rush her, especially when her father has recently passed away," I said, placing my hand on her thigh reassuringly.

"I could understand if even half of that 600 grand had been spent on Paisley. But you've only spent 38 grand on her for seven whole years? Cam spends more than that in a single year! "You're not stupid. Instead, you're incredibly cunning. You and your daughter lived well, eating and drinking comfortably while making Paisley serve you like a maid. "It's certainly not stupidity. It's greed. And that amount of greed just terrifies me." Uncle Randy's voice was hoarse as his anger grew. He was practically shaking when Aunt Athena stepped in to calm him down. Even so, Aunt Athena wasn't there to defend Aunt Leah. She gave me a look of sympathy before turning her icy glare toward Aunt Leah. "We won

Lauren and another female are approaching us from thin air. We stop, and he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side, but not for long. The woman with Lauren, who looks a lot like me, wraps her arms around me and holds on tight. "Harley, I've waited a long time to meet you." "Aunt Cassandra?" She pulled back with a smile. "Most call me Cass, but yes, let me look at you." Her eyes go to my bump, and she puts her hands there. "Do I have a nephew or a niece?"

“Just walk, Celeste, lest you fall.” Aunt seemed to understand mother's intention when Cassie finally returned from the bathroom. “Sorry for the delay.” Mother simply nodded. “Take a seat.” Time seemed to slow as Cassie looked between the two seats. I waited with baited breaths to see which one she'd choose and was disappointed when she chose the seat beside Aunt. But Aunt, unlike mother, had no issues with abandoning tact whatsoever. She was a blunt woman. “Cassie dear, Ledger is over there.” She gestured toward me. “Why don't you go sit with him? Are you having a lover's spat or something?”

You can imagine how exhausting it is for her to vacuum three times a week because the couple kept scattering so many seeds after each meal. When their old vacuum broke, Aunt Klementina scolded her for her poor handling, which wasn't the case at all, so Cassandra suggested that maybe they should get a bird or a hamster instead of a new vacuum, and she was given a death glare. This morning, Cassandra hurried through her chores and then returned to her room as soon as she could. The aunt and uncle had gone to the Ice Festival with the twins. Ruslan pretended to be sick and had insisted to stay behind with Cassandra.