Cas Dean Novels & Stories

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

Creed said smiling “ don’t say anything Charlotte is taking a shower and will be here when she’s done” I groan taking a sit in my desk chair “ How was sleeping on the floor?” Ryan mocks making kissy faces “ terribly but it was worth it.” I huffed. Unwrapping my plate, I pick up a piece of bacon enjoying the delicious taste. This world wouldn’t be the same if bacon didn’t exist. We wait for her to come in while I listen to Creed and Ryan yell at each other about what food is best. Eating my eggs a soft knock of the door steals my attention

Claw said with a half-smirk painted onto his face. Cassie grinned, looking down at the table as she chomped. “I’m a vice-principal at a adjacent tall school, Candlewood,” she said. “I spend a part of time attempting to re- coordinate kids onto the right path.” “And how is that going?” Claw asked. Cassie flickered. It was something she hadn’t thought approximately. Any life past the modest universe of the office where they had illustriously fucked appeared like a far-off memory.

“Good. Tell her I asked about her… if you don’t mind. And that I’m glad she’s safe.” “I will,” I said, offering a small smile. He cleared his throat and shifted the conversation. “Be careful out there, Leah. This isn’t over. Samson was just one piece. The man pulling the strings is still out there And he’s patient.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “I heard whispers while I was with them. They mentioned someone named Cassian. Someone with a deep, personal grudge against Damien. Old scars. Old anger.” Cassian.

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

I decide scare them off with that and they both exchanges looks then they nod. Normally that’s supposed to end the night and we all go to bed. But decides to talk about the upcoming BOOTCAMP. It seems like a normal fun discussion when they asks about my past experience in a BOOTCAMP but it isn’t normal for me. In fact it’s a truckload of trauma. I decide to feed them anyway Tristian POV, If I ever have any reason to hate coming to L.A, that should be because of Casandra. She always finds a way to know of my presence in the city and then she comes bugging me in my house.

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

Visitors whispered among themselves as they stared at him. Bastian Morgan The man once known as the heir to an influential family now stood like a shadow of himself. “He forced his way in, Mr. William,” the head of security answered nervously. “He said he only wants to meet Director Casandra.” William clenched his fist. “Throw him out.” The control room door opened. “No.” Everyone turned. Casandra entered with calm steps, dressed in an elegant gray suit and wearing a gaze as sharp as glass. Levia followed behind her, carrying a tablet.