Cas Dean Novels & Stories

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.

I survived the Devil’s curse once more. ~~ AN Hi love, thank you for checking out my book. Don’t forget to follow me on lnstagram Castiel_lj xx

"It belongs to the pack. Now, get out." Mom nudged my arm, pushing me away softly. "Annie, please, let's just go. Don't argue with an Alpha!" In the overwhelming worries intermingled with fear, gathering our belongings felt like losing all hopes. My mom threw my clothes into a duffel bag, her hands shaking. "Cassandra called me yesterday," she revealed in a whisper. "She said Damon was serious about leaving you. She offered to help me get a job outside the Academy's territory if I made sure you never pursued this wolf dream again. I just wanted you to be safe, Annie. I didn't want you to get involved with these powerful Lords."

She says pointedly and he grunts in affirmation, standing up and hovering beside her. "Ok, come on then. Let's all go." Damien jumps up beside him and finally Gale and Darius join us on the walk to the car. Without a word passed between them, Cain hands Darius the keys, opening the back door for me to sit inside before getting in the opposite side and sitting in the middle, even closer than he did this morning. "Don't you need to be in the front?" I ask. "Car sickness, remember?" "Oh, yeah, no. It's fine." He leans back, his arm stretching along the back of the seat, behind my head, his thumb rubbing against my shoulder.

--- Elsewhere, Casandra watched her phone screen as the headlines exploded. > “New video intensifies scandal—Designer Rosemary Ananta accused of immoral behavior with entrepreneur Damien Lau.” Casandra smiled, her reflection flickering in the red glow of her wine. “Goodbye, Rosemary,” she whispered. “This time, not even Adrian can save you.” But behind her smile, a flicker of unease crept in. Because somewhere out there, Adrian Devaux was already moving—quietly, methodically—toward the truth that could burn all her lies to ash.

"Yes, sir.” Coach Hendricks studied him. “Do you trust him that much?” “No,” Ledger said. “But I trust what this game means to all of us.” There was a beat. Then Coach grunted. “Fine. One more shift.” Back in the booth, Cassie slid her headset back on. Her notes were still in place, her fingers steadier than she expected. “Welcome back, Monarchcrest fans,” she began. “I’m Cassie Monroe, and joining me now is Sheila Hart, President of our esteemed Press Club.”

We left Derek to sort out their belongings. In the restroom, Angel confided in me, "Cassie, I’m embarrassed to ask this, but I trust you more than anyone else. My brother, Dax, has anxiety and depression. During the day, he appears normal, but at night he suffers from vivid thoughts and panic attacks. I’m worried about him. He’ll be alone if I’m not there." Her concern deeply affected me. "I’m sorry to hear that," I said, offering her a comforting smile.

While sizing Kaze up, Hunter said solemnly, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around. I guess you’re not from around Lilyrose. Can I ask what Hades had done that led you to trash the casino and the customers’ cars?” Kaze was glad to be reasonable with those with reason. He replied indifferently, “My wife has done nothing to him, but he destroyed my wife’s favorite car. It’s only right that I trash his casino in return.” Seeing that Kaze refused to let up who he was, Hunter asked relentlessly, “And your wife is?” Kaze gave him the side-eye and responded indifferently, “Don’t bother prying into my identity. My wife is Darcy, the CEO of Quintessential Group.”

One of the items was a mugshot of a dark tan teenage boy with black hair and green eyes. “Damon Williams died three years ago. That is the real Damon” Kaia explained, pointing to the mugshot. She then ran to her desk and searched her drawers to find the file that we have of our Damon before pointing to Blaire’s hand. She held a mugshot of the Damon we know. “The Damon we know is really Stefan Dalca. He is Cassius’s nephew and has been in our pack house infiltrating all of our information to give back to him. We can’t let him know that we found out. That will ruin everything”

Kate POV As I run through all the scenarios in my mind, remembering all the training that I had been through over the years, I tried to consider every situation that might present itself. I was likely going to drive myself crazy, but I would only have one chance. I knew if I won, I wouldn’t be permitted to leave. So, my only option was to kill Caleb when the opportunity presented itself.