Novel & Cerita Booktok Cassian

" He laughed, but the camaraderie was a welcome relief from the tension of the previous day. As we worked together, the house slowly started to resemble something livable. Teddy and I didn't stop until late afternoon when the place finally felt less like a vice and more like a home. As he went to the kitchen to make the twins a bottle, Knox's curiosity finally got the better of him. He asked the question Kael had avoided since he got here. "How did you become alpha, Cassy?" I glanced at Teddy. He nodded slightly, giving me the courage I needed. "Phin tried to rape me the other night," I started, watching the shock ripple across their faces. "Teddy knocked him out and threw him in the holding

Gabriella asks again and I look at her. “I’m sorry baby girl, we will get there tomorrow. It is a very long flight. But you both have a bedroom to sleep in. Plus, we have games on the jet and TVs.” I say and they both cheer. I smile at them. They love flying or going anywhere, really. They are so free spirited just like Cass was. “How old is Cassian now?” I smile at Alexandra. Cassian is Andros and Lola’s son. They named him after Cass. He is a year old and into everything.

With that, he turned and walked out of the kitchen. I stood there for a long time after he left. The tenderness in his touch as he bandaged my foot, the flash of desire I'd glimpsed in his eyes before he pushed me away, the bitterness in his voice when he spoke of fairness and cages—none of it aligned with the cold man I thought I knew. Who was the real Cassian? The gentle man who tended my wounds, or the ruthless enforcer who'd kidnapped me? And why did I care so much about finding out?

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

I spat at him. I folded my arms across my chest, waiting to hear what he had to say, but a dark smirk crossed his face. Before he could reply, we heard footsteps behind us, and Cassian walked into the kitchen, dressed head to toe in black. My heart slammed against my rib cage because fuck, the man was intensely hot. And from the blank, narrowed, seething expression on his face. I knew he'd heard every last word I'd just said.

“You know we’ve got to do this fast. I’m not doing this with you because I want you back in my life; I’m doing this because it needs to be done.” “That’s a risky statement. Withdrawing my support would get you into trouble. I wouldn’t let that happen anyway. But count yourself lucky,” she said as she grabbed a book and pulled it out from the many books atop the shelf. “I think this one contains a lot of information about Cassian and Camilla. It’s newly published. We need a lot of secrets to get them down from the seat of power,” she said, tossing the book to me. I grabbed it and quickly glanced through the pages.

“They don’t deserve you. None of them. You know it.” Something inside Noa cracked. His voice came out raw, broken open. “And you do?” The room froze. Cassian’s eyes glittered. His grin thinned into something sharper. “I made you. Every inch of you is mine.” Alessio shoved forward. His gun pressed hard into Cassian’s skull. His breath burned. “Touch him again, and I’ll end you.” Cassian didn’t flinch. He leaned into the barrel like it was nothing, like he welcomed it. His grin widened. “Then pull the trigger, monster. Show him what you really are.”

I settled on a white-on-black polka-dot triangle bikini. I put them on and used my black shawl as a sarong, packed a change of clothes and a towel, and made my way out, collecting the remaining bikini. I pause to grab a pack of grapes from the fruit basket. …~... I lift my hand to knock just as the door swings open, revealing Cassian. He looks drooling over in cream linen drawstring shorts, a handmade wine-colored crochet shirt with few buttons undone, gray Hermes sandals, a round tinted shade atop his head, a black bracelet, and a watch.

I rushed to the table and took the first bite, before sitting down. While others looked at me with surprise Cassian looked at me with a smile. I have never felt so accepted in my life, I dragged the seat closer and started eating. “I booked a session for you at the skin clinic” Cassian said, after swallowing his first bite of the croissant. I looked up at him, it felt as if he was giving me too much, the shelter and food was okay.

He looked a bit troubled. He slightly shook his head and smiled. “I have something for you.” My eyebrows shot up. Cassius walked towards me and handed me a book. “Here,” The book was thick; it also looked ancient based on its ripped edges on some pages. The hard cover is slightly cracked and the colors are faded. “Thank you, what is it about?” I looked at the strange book. He licked his lip, “It’s a book of angels.” I slowly nodded my head, “Huh,” I shrugged