Books By Cassandra King Novels & Stories

She replied. Cassandra sashayed into the study as the maid led the way, her eyes roaming the entire room. There were large collections of books inside arranged neatly on a shelf. The shelves ran across the entire room. She checked the book titles and noticed that they had a lot of materials on witches and magic. She chuckled and shook her head. "What's so funny?" Evelyn asked, entering. Cassandra turned around, the smile not leaving her face. "I'm just wondering how you invested so much in trying to find something that was right under your noses all along. It's pretty funny, don't you agree?" She replied

It felt like the whole room held its breath, waiting for her answer. Cassandra lifted her head slowly as tears were dripping down her cheeks. She couldn’t talk. She just shook violently like she was freezing, even though the room was warm. King Eric’s expression darkened and his voice came out deep and frightening. “Do not make me stand up from this throne. If I rise for you today, you will regret it.” Cassandra shivered harder, her legs shaking so much that I thought she might fall. Finally, she whispered in a shaky voice, “Yes… yes, my king… I did… I did it.”

I started. "As you all know, voting for Homecoming King & Queen are Thursday 'till five on room 222. The nomenies are... For Queen, Mckenzie Gordon, Britney Williams, Tiffany Davis, Hanna Smith and Ziigwan Woods. For King, Cole Cook, Hunter Moore, John Brown, Logan Miller and King ThunderBird..." I couldn't help it I stared at King for five seconds he was watching me and whisper "Go on Ogimaakwe. Don't be wierd." No one heard. too much cheering inside the Cafeteria.

, she said. "It's okay", I replied. She left leaving us in her living room. All the selves filled with books and glass bottles. It's the heritage of her ancestors. One book from self in blue hard cover caught my eye. I grabbed the book. The cover of the book fascinated me. 'The Cursed King' was written in golden cursive letters. Beautiful and ancient. I tossed the pages and started reading. 'Blood spilled all over the ground. Bodies lay lifeless. Houses burnt. Children crying.

"Stop. I don't want any of this written down," The King snaps at the scribe. His beady eyes widen and he fumbles with his quill. Accidentally, he splatters his bottle of ink onto the harsh throne room floor. When he stoops to clean the oozing black liquid, seeping into the tile cracks, he releases a quiet murmur from his crusted lips. "Leave," He demands, his voice coated with aggravation. I can't help but nibble on my bottom lip. When the scribe finally retreats out of a side entrance, I have no choice but to find something new for my eyes to rest upon. I had tried desperately to avoid King David's penetrating gaze at all costs.

So what's really special there? "The simple book you are referring to is just a book reserved for those who are prescribed. Have you forgotten the role of Miss Santiago in this area of ​​ours?" Lavisha immediately stopped walking in front of Kairo. "What? But, how?" Lavisha's confused replied. "The book was created year's ago, when that cursed for my younger brother started. That day, the late King and Queen also died because of the consequences for the rules that they've broken to the whole Hesteria." Lavisha sat back in her seat earlier and just listened to what Kairo is saying.

“WHAT kind of book are you looking for?” Jonathan asked as he stood a few steps away from me inside the king’s library. “Maybe I could help you find it.” Zachary left the castle after our conversation. He had a private meeting with a woman named ‘Astelle’ at lunch time and since he didn’t know what time he would be back, he told me to take the rest of the day off. I didn’t know who that woman was, her name was just written on Zachary’s planner which Emmet handed to me this morning.

“That’s the fifty fifth pack to sign that ridiculous document.” “It was ridiculous about forty-five packs ago. Right now, we’re in the middle of a serious problem.” “Garrett Marriott is the root of my problems.” “Then take him out. You’re the King.” Cain and Calypso smacked their sister’s arms. “He can’t just kill people who are problematic to him.” Cassidy rolled her eyes. “Then what the hell is the point of being King?”

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

"What do you mean?" Cassandra looked toward the crackling fireplace. "I wanted to see how far he'd go to protect his wife." "And?" A slow, chilling smile spread across Cassandra's face. "He would tear the world apart for her. The king has revealed his greatest weakness." She picked up another photograph of Lorenzo and Lorrie, placing it firmly on the chessboard. "Now... it's time to sacrifice another piece." At that exact moment, her phone buzzed. She read the incoming message, and her smile widened. "It seems our guest has finally arrived."