Cassandra Cage Novels & Stories

All she wanted was to let Carlson know her location and nothing more. “What if I told you I am Carlsn Cobswell’s woman... Would you believe me?” Cassandra asked. “Damn, girl how did you get yourself entangled with the enemy of your man? Now I see why you are the most prized jewel of tonight's show. It's a shame you may never escape the clutches of who would buy you” The sexy figure pulls a chair sitting close to Cassandra. He went ahead to do her hair and made her more presentable.

His presence suddenly intimidating her. " Caden?" Her eyes searched for him, Caden. She saw him, his muscular physique lazily walked towards a large desk of which he opened and took out something large. She hadn't noticed what it was at first but when he came closer, she saw it and a detrimental gasp swooshed out of her lips. " Cassandra Wilson— Candidate A24. A trustee of the BDSM organisation. Sworn to die by the hands of the enemy rather than to betray the organisation itself, recently diagnosed with chronic breast cancer which is why they sent you on this mission instead— because you have less than a month to live."

Knitting his brows together in worry and folding his hands while resting his elbows on his knees, he says, "What happened? She alright?" "I'm fine," Cassandra states as she takes a seat at her desk. She must have changed in the bathroom as she's now wearing a tight-fitting, black racer-back tank with her patrol pants that must've been her undershirt. She leans over in her chair, letting her raven-colored hair dangle. As she fixes it up into a tighter up-do, she reveals the black angel wings tattoo on the nape of her neck. I keep forgetting she has that, but my eyes immediately draw to the black ink against her skin.

There were no words left. “I want to burn it all,” Cassandra whispered. “My journals. The documentaries. The interviews. All of it.” Claire didn’t speak. Cassandra’s voice grew hoarse. “He didn’t just touch me. He made me. He built me. I was his masterpiece.” She stood too fast, nearly stumbling. “I need air.” “Cass…” Claire reached for her. But Cassandra was already gone. The door slammed behind her. Across the city, Jason stood in a police interrogation room. His hands were still red from trying to stop Lila’s bleeding. The front of his shirt stained with her final words.

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.

"I had Cassian bring in some clothes from the safehouse. They’re in the foyer. Real clothes, Zara. Not the 'Donna' armor." I stood up, my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. I walked to the window, the floorboards groaning under my weight. Outside, the Vance gardens were a gothic nightmare—a jungle of thorns, dying roses, and ivy that had strangled the stone cherubs until they looked like they were screaming.

Brad offered and lifted her from the ground and onto the bed. If respect is earned and not gotten, then how does she get this respect? Should she go on to one of those maidens and ask her for a fight? She shook her head. That would be impossible. "What's wrong?" Cage asked Lara. She shook her head. "Nothing. What about Cassandra? Has she finished healing?" She asked, trying to divert their undivided attention from her. "She might not be able to help you again. She was badly injured and is being treated right now."

I confessed. Silence followed my admission, then Nicole said softly, “Yeah,” Nicole said softly. “People either hate CAGERS immediately…” My stomach tightened slightly at her pause. “Or?” “Or they fall in love with it,” she finished. The words settled heavily inside me because somewhere between the cage fights, the loud music, the constant danger, and Cain Daniels looking at me like restraint was becoming physically painful, I had already become way too attached.

Cas tells us as we watch all the recon, she has on the big screen Raven has hooked up to her laptop. Cassandra Nickles is an ex-military/assassin who was married to Carlo for years. Now she's a highest bidder gets her services type of person who has done a job or to for us, and like Marquez, Carlo and a few others, she was a good friend to our family and our mother. "Where's Roman" Cas asks and all 1 do is point upstairs.

He said looking at the beautiful lady standing by his office door. Hearing his approving voice, Cassandra walked into the office with her both hands bent backwards. She was wearing black blazers above her white crop top. Her long legs were covered by black leggings and her hair was put in a ponytail leaving some baby hairs falling on her forehead. 'Simple yet elegant.' Tobias thought of her outfit. While she neared the table which Tobias was leaning on, she stopped on her tracks and looked at him with her golden brown eyes. She wanted to tell him something but the respect she has for him was making it so difficult to say her thoughts aloud.