Cas Dean Novels & Stories

She preferred the forest to the town but did she prefer it to a city? “Mr. Wright, it’s been a while.” I smiled and turned around, looking at Glenn who walked in. He choked on the water he was sipping and started to pound his chest. “What the hell Des?” I laughed and came over, clasping his arm. Glenn was a good friend from my early twenties. He was half fey and his mother who was fey, was adamant about his involvement in both sides of the world. He ended up graduating at the top of his class and becoming a lawyer, opening his own practice. From there, he helped all races. We didn’t see each other often even if we only lived four hours away.

She couldn't kill him. “Why? I'm a murderer.” Casper pressed her hand tighter on the gun, making her lift her head from the pain. Casper was the CEO of the Blade Towers. He controlled the Dons. He was a very dangerous and powerful man. At that realization, she regained her mind and dwindled from her fears.

company rule. He grabbed the paper with her face and read her information. Her name was Cassie Oakley and she specialized in Cybersecurity and Operations. “Her.” Said Damian, pointing at the girl, without giving it much thought. He doesn’t know why he said it, but he does. The Headmistress stiffens in her chair, “Cassie? Her specialty is Cybersecurity and Operations. Do you have a large home network to oversee?” Asked the Headmistress, passing a white strand of hair behind her ear.

He flashed me a lopsided grin, making me blush slightly. "Err...I'm actually looking for Adrian King. I'm the new intern". I replied nervously. "A pretty one. That's his office". He pointed to a door at the far corner of the room. "Thanks". I turned to walk away. "I didn't get your name". He said, making a turn back, I replied; "Kris," "Ohh...nice name for a hot lady". He smirked. "I'm Dean" "Thanks again Dean". With that, I made my way towards the door.There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters.

She kept her eyes fixated on the floor. “And this? Wolfsbane, right?” I asked, looking inside at the dried purple flowers. I unfolded the piece of paper. The ink bled with the rain as the paper disintegrated, but it was still legible. “Cato Loren: dark blonde hair, blue eyes, six-foot tall, attends Manson High.” I looked at her frozen, ghostly face. “A description of my son. But you didn’t mean to cross the border, huh?” I crumpled the paper and flung it at the ground.

“You’re not going to tell me you’re canceling another gathering again, are you? Did something bad happen?” “No,” I said quietly. “This is… different. That guest that came today… telling you this is not going to be easy.” I told her everything. About Hunter finding the woman. About her name, Lisa D’Amaris. About the warning she’d given us, the calm power she carried, and the strange sense that she wasn’t our enemy but still hid more than she said. When I finished, Valerie was silent for a long while. Her gaze drifted to the glass, unfocused. “D’Amaris,” she whispered finally. “You think she’s related?”

This place was going to try to take that from her. The thought landed like a fist. "Cassian?" she said. "Wolves with suppressed instincts," said a voice behind me, "make the most interesting subjects." Cain. He stood at the far end of the corridor, clipboard in hand, expression pleasant in that way that never reached his eyes. His gaze moved from me to Val, settled there with that clinical, intense expression that held for exactly long enough. Then he smiled. Nodded once, like he'd confirmed something he'd already suspected.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

I felt safe. "Who are you?" Ashton asked. "It's none of your business." Cyrus said, his voice harsh and poisonous. "Carmela is my business." My best friend pulled me closer to him. "She is my business, so, back off!" He's rude. He's always been rude. He never treated anyone with respect. He never treated anyone like humans. Cyrus only cared about himself. He only cared about his pride and I hate it. Someone like him easily loses his patience, meaning, he'll lose control and end up hurting anyone that disobeys him. And seeing how Ashton is pushing him to his limits scares me.

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.