Casey Liss Novels & Stories

“I had a feeling. You don’t seem like the type to lay down and take it.” He spoke in that tone again that triggered a flash of heat to creep from my toes to my scalp. Stop, Kierra. He didn’t mean it like that. It’s just a figure of speech. “Casey is the exact opposite of Grant. He’s fun-loving, talkative, and a little daredevil, and as you witnessed, Daisy enjoys the occasional fisticuffs with Nori.” I cackled at his use of fisticuffs. Tears welled in my eyes and spilled over. He smiled warmly. “I thought you’d enjoy that. What is your discipline style?” he asked once I gathered myself.

Casey, unfazed, smiled slightly and said to Lindsay, "I just wanted him to know how formidable you are. If he tries to mess with you or plot against you, he’ll only be making things difficult for himself." He then added with more emphasis, "And I wanted him to understand that you’re the bane of his family." Lindsay gave Casey a long, thoughtful look. "So, should I be thanking you?" She didn’t buy for a second that Casey’s actions were unintentional. As for his motive, she had a pretty good idea—he wanted Hugo to relay information about her. Casey might be trying to save himself by using Lindsay to deal with the people behind the scenes. Of course, there was also the possibility that he and H

“Hey, hey, hey! Arisssss! Didn’t you say you couldn’t have lunch with me today because you had plans with your sis?? What is this?! How did your sister turn into a handsome dude? Don’t tell me you ditched me to go on a date?!?” Noah turned towards the familiar voice to meet the grinning face of Case, one of Aris’s good friends. Case was a social butterfly, as you could tell from both his behavior and trendy appearance. He had a blond hairstyle resembling what a k-pop idol from Cradle would don, and a single silver earring that dangled from his left ear. He squinted his lively gray eyes at Noah and judging by his expression, it was clear that he was joking. Case came from a wealthy family tha

That was the part no one prepared you for, the stain that lingered even after the lie was burned away. Anton stepped in with his phone pressed to his ear. “Interpol has Elise. She tried to flee through a private airstrip outside Lyon, but it was too late.” Cassie exhaled shakily, her shoulders dropping for the first time in days. “She lost,” I said. Anton met my gaze. “She lost the game, but she’s not done playing.” I didn’t like that. The press conference was a calculated risk. Cassie didn’t want to hide anymore, and I understood why. She’d spent her entire life clawing her way into rooms that weren’t built for women like her, only to be told she was there because of a man’s shadow.

They found out that Marcus is very sick and is near to death sooner or later he is going to pass away. The report says that Marcus is distributing his property in between his two sons Gabriel Davila and Christopher Davila and his daughter Cassie Davila. Liam was interested in the name Cassie so he asked more about her and told Steve to tell more to me about her. Cassie just completed her doctor’s degree and is going to become a psychiatrist. As Liam stared at the beauty in Steve’s laptop he thought for a while and said “Why don’t we make her suffer instead of her scum dad” and a devilish smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Casey stood in Alexander’s office that afternoon, jaw tight, hands shoved into his pockets. “I’ll step away,” he said bluntly. Alexander looked up from the tablet in his hand. “From what?” “Public appearances. Cross events. Anything that keeps this story alive.” Adrian leaned back in the chair beside the desk, watching him carefully. “You think martyrdom solves narrative control?” “I think me disappearing helps her,” Casey shot back. Cameron frowned. “Or it makes it look like you’re guilty.” Casey didn’t care. “If I step back publicly,” he said, “they’ll lose interest.”

“But I just needed someone normal here for a while. Someone who reminds me there’s life outside…all of this.” Liv nodded knowingly. “I get it. We’ll make tonight normal. No rules. No drama. Just us.” The warmth of her sister’s presence helped Amara relax slightly. For the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe. ⸻ Kassem Notices But the calm didn’t last long. A few minutes later, Kassem appeared in the doorway, dark eyes scanning the room. His expression was unreadable, but the tension radiating from him was palpable.

His incompatibile love made me do such things which I never imagined ever. Insecurity remains hidden in his aroma. Presentation took most of my time. Tears and giggling laughter were in my imagination when he regained his memory. Two personalities were above forty and the third one was only in between twenty. I was excited to meet Mr. Zain, as at such a young age he cherished himself with such perfection. I checked everyone's F******k and I*******m account to know their interests.

He was the first boy aside from Derrick to ever be nice to her and once when she dropped an ice cream in front of his house that her dad barely wanted to buy for her, he purchased one just like it and gave it to her. Sometimes Layla wondered what it would have been like to be his girlfriend, but he was a Senior and well on his way to a wonderful life and football career he also had a cheerleader girlfriend named Heather Thompson and they were engaged to be married once they finished college. Heather wasn't exactly a nice girl, in fact, she had something of a reputation as a "teasing slut" among the boys at school, but she managed to get Casey's attention after some constant harassment and be

Her glasses captured every angle, transmitting live feeds to Naina. Gasps rippled through the nearby guests. Cameras flashed. A journalist’s lens caught the moment — Ryan Wills, the young actor, and Chris Hopkins, the Hollywood icon. The camera flashes, or the crowd didn't bother them Ryan pinned Chris against the wall, kissing him again, desperate, reckless. Chris responded hesitantly, his hands gripping Ryan’s arms. The embrace was heated, scandalous, undeniable.