Cas Dean Novels & Stories

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

“Mrs Sinclair, I’m not that type of girl. I see Mr Dexter as my boss, nothing else. You have nothing to worry about.” “Oh.” She touched her chest. “I’m not worried.”She smiled.“I trust my son-in-law. Besides, he certainly wouldn’t look twice at someone below his status when he already has my daughter.” If she knew that then why did she bring me here for this boring prep talk? Crazy old witch. “Mrs Cassie is every man’s dream. She’s a woman every woman in Las Vegas looks up to, including me.” I said softly. I wanted her to see that I admired Cassie so she would see me as a fan and lower her guard.

I didn’t move. My phone was still in my hand, Damien’s hand was still wrapped around mine in the dark, and the connection between us felt alive in the silence. None of that changed what I’d just read from Wren. The investor’s name is Cassian. I read the words again. And then again. They didn’t become less catastrophic no matter how many times I looked.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

“Yeah?” “Hell, yeah,” Aidan said, his golden eyes as warm and bright as a sunrise. “So, here it is, OK? Ace Cuddy, VP of The Fallen Angels motorcycle club, is gay.”

And all Undescriable pleasures of life. I had heard that Martin Knight Castillo who was the CEO of all the Castillo Corporation handed that position over to his twenty nine year old son, Damien Knight Castillo, who came back from abroad recently. No one had seen him at the hotel yet, but I heard the rich people talking about how handsome, cruel and heartless he was.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

It was only he and his most trusted beta, Theo that had the highest authority to open the safe. He had not activated the self-destruction because he knew that no one would ever want to open his safe. But now he had no choice. Kelly had betrayed him and wanted to take over the pack. Why would he help him? He would let him know that it wasn't easy being an alpha. After destroying everything that was in the safe, Ashton walked toward Maya. Her face was slightly pale. She seemed to have used up all her energy and even with the help of her wolf abilities, it will take her some times to recover. But Ashton did not have time to lose.

How they entered without any member of the guard or pack knowing was a huge mystery to him. "What if one of the pack members had a hand in this?" he thought. He wouldn't raise or jump into conclusions yet, at least not until the doctor had come and given him the diagnosis. Never in his life had he felt more helpless towards anything or anyone in his entire life span. He was Damien, he had answers to anything and everything, he was feared and even reverenced in all places of life. He was supposed to be the greatest. But, here he was looking at his mate dying and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to cry or anything, but he just couldn't lose her, for fucks sake