Novel & Cerita Cassandra Cage

REAH'S POV "Hey, Kate!" Fryster waved at the lady. I looked at her and formed a smile, I had no idea who any of them were but I knew they were employees of the company and looking at them, I felt like they were all humans. The men sat beside Fryster while the ladies sat around me, all of them were staring at me with curiosity in their eyes. It was obvious they wanted to know my identity. Noticing their gazes, Fryster dropped his spoon and chuckled "This is Reah Milla. The new Secretary, she resumed today," He explained.

him again. My name is Cassandra, though I am more commonly known as Cassie. I am 16, and will be 17 tomorrow, I’m 5’5” tall, with long brown hair that reaches my waist and chocolate brown coloured eyes, and I am currently severely underweight though I wasn’t always underweight, I used to be toned, athletic even, though I wasn't in the training programme, but when Alpha Sven and Luna Lily left the pack 6 months ago, to tend to the pack’s businesses, everything changed for me.

He slowly withdrew it, and I felt a hollow emptiness as I watched Margaret link her arm with his instead. Did Mira say she hated her? I hated her even more. “Who’s this?” she asked Dante, and I was shocked at how she acted as if it were her first time seeing me. Such a cunning fox. “Her name is Cassandra, a designer. She’s working on a project with us,” Dante said, and I watched as he checked me out, which Margaret noticed. “But she looks young. Isn’t she around Mira’s age?” she probed, but only a fool wouldn’t catch the subtle shade.

I walk over to the table. “Can I help,” I ask. One of the witches turns and smiles at me. “Of course Alpha Simon.” She says warmly, “my name is Cassandra but everyone calls me Cas.” Her hair is cherry red against her ivory skin. Her eyes are green like the color of algae. She is maybe sixteen. She point to her friend. “This is Cilie she doesn’t talk much,” The girl lifts her head and smiles at me. Shock runs through my body. She has a scar going down the side of her face. She is only about nine, maybe ten. Who did that to her?

She seemed to take that smile as an invitation because she smiled back and walked into my expansive office and took a seat, “My name is Cassandra Harper and from now on, I will be representing you on behalf of Raymond, Hans and Grover.” “Where is Lacy?” “Unfortunately, I regret to inform you that Ms. Cage has been relieved from the case, there was an incident.” She didn’t look like she minded in the least, if anything, she sounded excited about it and I picked up the poorly concealed lilt in her voice when she spoke. I rested back in my chair and stared at her. “There was an incident,” she repeated, “I am here to do damage control,” she paused. It was almost like she was expecting me to ask

Lydia is a mega-successful YouTuber whose makeup videos have catapulted her to a goddess-like status on the internet. "The sooner you get back on the bike, the better," Cassandra added, flicking her long blond hair over her shoulder as she pulled up the collar of her signature leather jacket. In the five or six years Eden's known her, she's never seen her in a dress. Not even once. For a self-proclaimed tomboy, Cassandra was effortlessly chic, and with her tall slim physique and delicate features, she could pull off any look.

he says. Samuel and Rachael come out of the car to answer the woman. Cassandra stands at 6’2ft with wavy brown hair. She wears a grey crop top exposing her smooth and flat belly. Her green eyes stares with confidence and her full lips announce its beauty. She looks into Samuel’s eyes, “You don’t smell like a vampire” she says. Samuel ignores her, “You are the alpha?” he asks her, “Yeah”. “I need you to take her with you. Protect her, keep her safe”

At first, she strongly objected to this because she wanted me to be one of her honored guest, but I insisted on serving as I wanted to make myself useful. My name is Cassandra and I am French. I come from a modest family, and I am 16 years old. I've been seeing a psychologist for 3 years because my parents think I'm abnormal. It's because I hate what most people like, and I like what other people hate. Most of the time I like to be alone, and it disturbs my family. This is how they entrusted me to the psychologist Morgane since I was 13 years old. Unfortunately, the three years of counseling I did with the psychologist Morgane did not improve anything in me. Despite this, my parents still th

I grab it, open the door leading out and run out. Once again I am free and running down a hallway but this time it is a dark hallway. Her apartment is the last on the floor. I am still unsure of what lies ahead but at this moment, I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins - I no longer want to be caged. I pump that will into my legs and begin to run till I am running down the stairs.

But for now, in this fleeting moment, she would bask in his presence, cherishing the last traces of their love before the storm she was about to unleash. As the music swelled, Sunena, the embodiment of exuberance, took center stage. With a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eyes, she began to dance, her graceful movements captivating the room. It was a surprise performance she had planned for her groom, Peter, but little did she know that her impromptu dance would ignite a chain reaction.