Casca X Guts Novels & Stories

After English was done, Connor and I headed to my locker where we ran into Ellie and Elijah. Connor and Elijah did their bro-handshake thing, while Ellie and I just said 'hi' like normal humans. Connor stood slightly behind me, casually reaching into my locker and grabbing some gum. Elijah and Ellie stood by her locker. "Did y'all hear about the assembly today? I hear it's going to be full of surprises. What do you think that means?" Connor shrugged at Elijah's questions. "For all we know, it could be some lame attempts at being cute and asking someone to homecoming."

Xavier's eyes widened with great anger, he put Astraea to the ground, and in an instant he was grabbing the neck of Casillas , and pushing him very violently against the wall, which was behind him, as he strangled him while saying: "Listen to me, you damned bastard. I have not spent all my life waiting for my mate, to lose her to a damned one like you. Astraea mine , and there is no way I would allow anyone in this world to take her away from me." Casilias narrowly removed his hand, he says “As if I’m happy to see your face every day, it’s not up to me, it’s like an oath we dra…” But he stopped at the last moment. He had to reveal his secret without realizing it. He once looked at Xavier, wh

How does that make you feel, Casey" "Lonely. I didn't know the chopper went down; I didn't know he had died and I was still alive. He had just found out he was going to be a dad; he should have survived. He should have been here today. He should be here. I gave up in the end and I zoned them out. I have scars all over my body, from foot to neck and I feel disgusted. If I didn't speak, I would suffer without food or water. I had nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. Everything they did haunts me even now"

Before I could decide, the door groaned open, drawing both our gazes. Kas stepped out, his shoulders slumped, his face a roadmap of exhaustion. Shadows pooled under his eyes, and his movements carried the weight of too many unanswered questions. Xavier straightened, his presence sharp, like a coiled spring. “How did it go?” Kas exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over his face as though he could wipe away the frustration. “Not much progress. Cecilia admits she baked the cakes, but she swears she didn’t poison them.”

They walked towards another door, a red one this time. This was smaller than the other but activities were still as intense. Cassie watched in awe, her mouth open like a dog in a slaughter house. In the center, a raised platform served as the focal point. Spotlights bathed it in harsh white light, illuminating a scene that made Cassie's breath catch. A muscular man, his face obscured by a wolf mask with glowing amber eyes, stood over a bound submissive. She was strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, her limbs spread wide, chains rattling softly with each tremble. Her mask was a delicate butterfly design, iridescent wings framing her flushed cheeks. The dominant cracked a bullwhip in the air, the

His white shirt tucked neatly inside his khaki pants, black wrist ornaments decorating his arm, and a single gold chain dangled from his neck as his hairs were in a dishevelled mess, which made him look much younger and charming. A gasp left my mouth as I felt my body slamming against the very door that Ria closed. It took me a moment to realise that Cassius had my wrists in his hold as he caged them over my head and an involuntary moan escaped my lips the moment he licked the mark on my neck. It was irrelevant to refuse any of them, the more I resist, the more they try to break me. “Cas,” Claus’s strained voice fell upon my ears, I couldn’t look at his face to know what kind of expression h

Back in the private lounge at the airport, an assistant handed me a sealed dark wooden box, plainly wrapped, no name on it, nothing else at all. "Miss Ava, someone left this at the front desk just now. They asked that it go to you by hand." I gave a small nod and opened the box. The moment the lid came up, a cold metal sheen filled my eyes. A whole box of casings, polished clean and bright and neat, layered over each other, filling it to the edges. At the very center sat a folded slip of plain white paper, the handwriting forceful and ragged, worn through with exhaustion and longing, just one short line:

She just gets to feel like she has a choice. And now Luca had something real to lose—not just his pride, everything he worked for. I’d tasted Noah now, and that changes the math of everything else. “Take it off.” Casper stepped forward and pulled the bag away in one motion. His face was already a mess. One eyes swollen almost full shut, blood dried into a dark crust at the corner of his mouth, cheek mottled purple-black in the shape of a fist that had connected more than once. He looked at me. Then dropped his eyes immediately, cursing under his breath.

Kazan snarled, his voice a distorted, dual-toned monster's growl. Before Oberon could even pull his dark fae blade, Kazan launched himself forward. The impact was like a lightning strike. Kazan hit the prince with blinding alpha speed, his massive shoulders slamming into Oberon's chest and throwing them both entirely out of the bunker room, crashing violently into the stone hallway outside. The sound of tearing fabric and shattering armor echoed through the darkness as Kazan’s claws ripped through Oberon’s shadow-silk robes.

Casper sighed, already tired of the patheticism. "Shut your fucking trap! Do you think anyone here is your kid or something? No let me reason you bro." Nuel was enraged. " Bro are you trying me or what?" Casper's playful resolve vanished as his slouched position changed to that of someone ready for a brawl. "You won't last ten seconds out there with me." Casper challenged. " Make we run am?" Nuel fueled the challenge, the tempo of his voice matching that of Casper.as they both unbuckled their wristwatches before James and Aisha restrained them.