Novel & Cerita Cas Dean

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.

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

David asked in awe. And Weston could only nod. "Dude, you kidnapped Maddox Dasher's wife and if he knew about it. He will bring destruction to the earth." Everyone in the circle knew about Maddox Dasher and how much of the power he holds. The humans know him as the King of the Vegas while witches and wolves know him as the alpha of the Czar pack. "David, stop being a bitch and cast a spell around here." When both of them sitting in a small circle and chanting, David asked, "What's your idea?"

“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 froze for a moment. The dean gestured for me to go over. Casey’s voice was low but sharp, sounding accusatory. “Care to explain this?” I did not understand. Then, his gaze swept the classroom. One of my students immediately hurried out, calling, “Casey.” It was then I realized—his foster sister, Victoria, was one of my students. No wonder her voice had sounded so strangely familiar to me last night. “I didn’t know—” Casey cut me off, saying, “Resign.”

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.