Casca Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

The heat coming off his skin was a wall, shutting out the mountain draft, wrapping me in a scent of rain, cedar, and raw, recent passion. "You speak of the High Assembly as if a silver box gives you power in my house, Vespera," Caspian said. His voice was not a shout. It was a quiet, lethal thread that carried straight through the stone arches. Vespera’s painted lips curved into a slow, polite smile that held no warmth. She held the casket higher with both hands, the silver catching the dim light.

He is tightening his jaws as he read it aloud. “Sam Style Bautista. . . I don’t hear your name here, and I guess you are at the same faculty as me. Faculty of Civil Engineering—it is hard right?” he asked him, looking directly to his soft eyes. Sam looks in the other direction—he is blushing because of the shyness that he is feeling right now. “E-Excuse me, S-Sir,” he is stuttering to go out and leave Mike inside speechless. Nevertheless, he looks at the folder that he is holding. Mike’s heart flutters when he sees the logo of the CAM application embedded.

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.

“how high up are we?” Camila asked as she looked out of the window, at the cloud s that surrounded them. They were currently in a plane getting ready to sky dive. Cory opened the huge directory that he held but the wind that rushed into the plane was so much, when he spread the directory to see, it flew from his hands and out of the plane. Roman burst into laughter at Cory’s embarrassed face. Camila didn’t find it funny though, she sent a glare in Cory’s direction.

I jumped back startled, almost tripping on my ass if it wasn't his hand the circle around me restricting my fall. I hadn't even realized I had clenched my eyes shut. Slowly peeling my eyes open I found his striking hazel eyes staring right at me. Now that he is so close to me I can see light flickers shattered at the bridge of his nose and checks adding to his attractiveness.

Cassandra Nash sashayed into the office and dropped her bag on the table then crossed her arms. “Took you years to get here.” She grumbled. “I’m here now, aren’t I? What do you want?”. He rumbled. “I want Cesari Sandoval dead. No, make that his entire family." She corrected. “Why?”. He asked. “He broke my niece’s heart and his wife…" She clenched her hands into tight fists. "I want all of them dead.” “It’s gonna cost you.” He drawled. “Name any price and it’s yours." Cassie said.

Caser is right; I don't know anything about the past, but looking at his presence is enough to tell how terrible the past was. He suddenly stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes. “After treating him, leave; I don't want to see you two hanging around here. It was an eyesore to see.” I quickly ran after him, and just when I was about to say thank you, Caser suddenly stopped, turned his head, and said to me. “Have your bones ever been broken?” “Yes,” I replied. Caser was silent for a moment, then instructed. "It's not completely healed yet; you aren't forced to metabolize; I gave you a special medicine but tried not to convert for the time being."