Casey Ambrose Novels & Stories

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

Casey wasn't happy. And when Casey wasn't happy, Reyes wasn't happy. She was sitting in a private room at the Brazilian clinic with her lover pacing close by and his men standing off to the side, watching over their charges. All these big men in the small room absolutely dwarfed the space, until Reyes finally growled at two of them to take a walk, leaving only Reyes, Alejandro and Casey behind.

Lee says and Casey comes in 5 minutes late. “We’re hugging Willow!? Oh! Roasted Toasted! Let me in on this, then you can tell us all about it,” Casey offers. Looking at us we have little in common, yeah, Lee verges on goth-ish sometimes, but nowhere near my appearance but Casey looks like a ray of sunshine in glittery eyeshadow with bold auburn hair in a high ponytail, yet here we are hugging in the coffee shop we work in and gossiping about my insane love life and the confusion of all my attractions. I don’t get into too many details about my visions or the Japanese cutie.

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.

"You'll figure it out, Casey. I have faith in you." As Casey got ready to leave, Amara reminded her to come back for another session in a few days. "We'll make sure to check on the baby's progress and talk about your options some more." Casey left Amara's cottage feeling slightly less burdened. She knew that she still had a lot of decisions to make, but for that moment, she felt like she had someone on her side. A few days later, Casey was out gathering herbs in the nearby forest when she heard a rustling in the bushes. She instinctively reached for her knife before realizing that it was just a boy, no more than fifteen years old.

Casey and her boyfriend Niccolo went to the province where she lives for so many years. She wanted to visit her mother's tomb. She'll introduce her boyfriend to her beloved mother. They bought flowers and lit candles as they arrived at the cemetery. Niccolo could see the name of her mother engraved on the tomb. "Mama, I'm visiting you again. I know you're happy to see me again visiting you. But this time, I want to introduce to you my boyfriend. His name is Niccolo Marquez," Casey speaks in front of her mother's tomb. They're both holding their hands.

Amy was his colleague where he worked in a law firm, Simon had always been a fine ass lawayer, handsome and well built and she was a close friend and co-worker, most times whenever Serena stop by at his workplace either to take him out for lunch or bring his already prepared lunch she would meet them discussing and laughing, on few occasions Amy had accompanied them to the restaurant, and Serena knew quite well that Simon does not have any interest in her even though her woman instinct was saying otherwise.

One pair of work heels (now half), one pair of Friday-night heels, one pair of flats. Casey was howling. Actually laughing so hard she had to wipe tears. “Shit, my mouth was open!” she gasped. “And that’s the best cursing you’ve got?” DAMON PRINCE’S POV CEO of The Axe Company The wipers moved only every once in a while, gliding lazily across the windshield. Rain tapped lightly on the roof, the city lights blurred by moisture across the glass. I was halfway across town before I noticed it.

It was a rookie with wet hair, pouty lips, and defiant black eyes. Casey.

Kailin yelped simultaneously to find her holding Axell’s lifeless body. “I’ve heard so many stories about you. You’re known by many names, such as Gramien, Kazius, and Celekai, but in our time, you are Ambrose. A warlock gifted with Chronokinesis, who can control and manipulate time.” “Yes,” he confirmed to Zarah. Ambrose was Nirvana’s great-great-grandfather, but I bet my penny he was centuries old. “What happened?” Case asked. “Then why is she still not alive?”