Casey Ambrose Novels & Stories

CARMELA THOMPSON "How could he! He hurt you?!" I half screamed the moment we got inside Ashton's apartment. I stomped my feet as I made my way back to the couch. I sure am furious. I know what Cyrus did was wrong. If it wasn't for the fact that he was my boss, I knew I would have sent him away in the most cruel way that I can ever think of. "Carm, who's that guy?" I heard Ashton from behind me. He himself made his way to where I was.

"Mr. Hamilton, I'm about to participate in the new season, and this motorcycle is extremely important to me. I really hope you can consider letting me have it." Larissa interjected, "That's your problem. What does it have to do with him?" Camy could no longer contain her anger and shouted angrily, "I have had enough of you, you ugly hag! I'm speaking to Mr. Hamilton. Quit interrupting!" Ambrose's gaze darkened, but before he could utter a word, someone came running over. "Boss, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Zayn had also dressed up as an ugly hag today, and he looked even more horrifying than Larissa did. At the sight of him, Ambrose felt his lips twitch uncontrollabl

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

“What a mess the storm destroyed everything.” Casey walks around as Joshua and Tiffany arrange new transportation, “I wish I could get hold of Santiago,” he says, “my email has been delivered, and there is still no reply. He goes to the deep web and scrolls through the profile of the best hackers to be his eyes and ears; however, he cannot find anyone. “Hey,” Tiffany says, “let's call Sammy.” “Who is Sammy,” says Casey. “It's my best friend at school.”

Cassie had been incredibly happy when she told her about Nicholas' proposal like he was the one proposing to Cassie and sent Amber as a post woman to deliver his message but Amber didn't see anything to be excited about; she knew her friends wanted her to get back with him but. Right now, she was the one feeling the excitement for no good cause, except to get this over and done with. 'I have other things to reach for, Nicholas is just an obstacle, I want out of my way.' She said; if she had heard that from any other person, she would have said, she was taking this too far but Cassie had more than once heard the way she had described Nicholas and she didn't feel there was any need for Amber t

Abel rose from his chair and took a few casual steps towards the window, looking out as though contemplating something grand. "You’ve always wanted power, haven’t you, Cassius? Real power. Camilla can’t give that to you anymore. She’s losing her grip, you know that. Her son doesn’t follow her as he should. But me? I have resources and connections. Together, we could accomplish something far greater than watching your daughter chase after a prince who doesn’t want her."

I commented and then I used both of my hands to pull the white oak stake because there seemed to be some kind of magic wrapping around this white oak stake and preventing me from pulling it out of his chest "This is my mate, mother. Fabian is my mate, stop doing this to my mate." I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva when I heard Lincoln sobbing and pleading with our mother. I let out a deep breath before I gather all my strength and I pulled the white oak stake that was deeply stuck on Fabian's chest.

It was a shame she hadn’t noticed it before. Rose waved Cassie off. “You don’t have to thank me as I didn’t do anything that special. It’s just a band-aid, my dear.” She assured, tapping Cassie’s nose. “And there’s no need to apologize about Sir Robert’s sculpture. Worst case scenario, my daughter, Amy, will make me another one. Oh, you should see some of her other works. I think I have some of the pictures of them on my phone.” She declared as she began to search her purse, which was really the largest handbag Cassie had ever seen, for said phone. “My Amy wants to be a paleontologist, you know? And she’s such a smart girl so it wouldn’t be a problem for her at all.” She bragged.

Harshly unclasping the arms of the Lady Lycan and pushing her a step away from him, Owen said curtly, "Enough Casey! Who do you think you are that I should take your permission, huh?" The Lady Lycan clinging to Owen that Owen just pushed away was Casey. She was shorter than him and also younger than him by 2 years. Casey was a 25-year-old Lady Lycan with a dusky complexion. Her face was square-shaped that bore plump lips painted in black on top of which was a round nose with a black nose ring. Her full cheeks had a light tint of blush that made them appear rosy pink. Her small blue beaded eyes were heavily colossal. Her slender, dusky figure was draped into a black ruched one piece that casc

Her father was an insurance salesman and often did business with everyone in town when he wasn't on business trips that required him to travel. Amy was mostly shy, but Derrick often found a way to bring her out of her shell, especially when he told her about the blond-haired jock, Calvin Harris, whom she had a crush on taking various showers and how he looked beneath the water. Then there was Casey Porter, head cheerleader, and sister to Kerry Porter the captain of the football team. Casey was a lovely well shaped and talented blonde who had excellent skills in music and coordination. She could sprint and backflip with the best of them but often chose to hang out with her best buds from Kind