Novel & Cerita Booktok Cassian

“It is no joke, Alaric. I am your childhood friend. I have seen you with Elara for years. I have never seen you look at any woman the way you look at Sophie.” “You are imagining things.” I said. I started walking back toward the main keep. Cassian followed me. “Am I? Then tell me about the ledger. Did you see it when I brought the bag?” “I didn't check the bag.” I said. “No, you did.” Cassian said. His voice dropping. “I know you. Even if I had found that book, I know you wouldn't want her to find it. Because if she finds that book, she finds her way home. And if she goes home, you lose your heart.”

It was the ultimate show watching him run out of the room cursing and screaming while naked, because "I can't believe anyone would fall asleep while a literal fucking king gave them his attention." Cassian smirked as he walked beside him with his damn war book in hand. He was reading 'Sun Tzu: The mechanisms of war' today, and for some reason, I had a feeling he had something up his sleeve. Might include another scholarship student who poured her smoothie all over his designer shoes after he asked a question, but he still wouldn't tell us about it. "I think we should leave this topic, before the video of you running out naked is released....again." He says, with his eyes perched on the page

“But if I touch you now, we won’t stop until I’m buried inside you.” As the ice-cold water touched my skin, I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes opened. Through hooded eyes, I looked up at Cassian. The strongest Alpha in the country. The gold-eyed wolf that wolves used to scare their pups. Here he was, massaging my feet, talking about getting me ice cream. My free leg raised to his chest and trailed down his abs. Cassian’s hands slowed. Hesitantly, he held my leg and kissed the dip of my foot. “Sweetheart, calm yourself. Don’t start something you cannot finish.”

I slapped a hand over my mouth. Oh no. Adrian’s aura darkened like a storm front rolling in. “Cassian,” I whispered, “run.” “Nonsense,” Cassian said proudly. “This is an intervention of love.” “Cassian,” I tried again, “RUN.” Adrian moved. Fast. So fast. Cassian yelped and vanished back into the house, screaming, “HE’S GOING TO MURDER ME—TELL MY STORIES—KEEP MY ARTWORK—BURN MY SECRET JOURNAL—NOT THE ONE UNDER THE BED, THE OTHER ONE—”

Leo the bartender, an older man with neat salt-and-pepper hair and a knack for reading moods, slid him a glass of scotch without being asked. “Found her, then?” he said, drying a tumbler. Cassian took a sip before answering. “Yeah.” Leo raised an eyebrow. “So? Is she the one?” Cassian’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Yes… and no.” Leo stilled. “What the hell does that mean?” Cassian leaned in, elbows on the bar, like he was finally admitting something to himself.“She’s the girl. The one who went head-to-head with Lucian the other day.”

I'd rather have my face crammed into a book than party with girls or spend daddy’s money. A slap on my back made me turn, taking my focus off the pretty human. “Cassian, please tell me she doesn't have you under some sort of spell,” Kael joked, nodding his head towards where the human girl sat, “he's not your type anyway. She's human and definitely can't be your mate. Plus, she has her pretty face so far shoved off Rowan’s ass, she'd never pay attention to the likes of you.”

I needed to find Kale, but first I needed to find Lila and end this, before she bled us dry. I was halfway back toward the Tower when I found Cassian leaning against a steel pillar near the exit, arms crossed, that same smug, unreadable look plastered across his too-handsome face. "You look tensed, Alpha," he drawled lazily. I didn't slow down. "What do you want?" Cassian straightened, falling into step beside me. "We need to talk about Celina," he said. That stopped me cold. "The hell about her?" I growled.

“I don’t think they’re gone. Just… focused.” Selene nodded. “Something’s coming.” Theoden didn’t deny it. — Later, back at the village, Luka was sorting through another box of Cassiel’s texts when he pulled out a slim book with no title on the spine. It looked newer than the others—less dust, fewer torn edges. “What’s this one?” he asked aloud, more to himself than anyone. Darius looked up from his chair in the corner, where he was playing with one of the carved stones Cassiel had left behind. “Does it have a title?”

Then the assistant said "And she is claiming" I stepped forward. “Claiming what?” The assistant looked at me with something like pity. “That you married Cassian knowing exactly what you were doing.” My blood ran cold. “And that,” she finished, “you’re not the victim in this story.” Cassian finally looked shaken. I whispered, “What did she tell them?” His voice was low. Dangerous. “She told them,” he said, “that you planned this.” SADIE SINCLAIR The war did not announce itself.

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.