Cassandra Cage Novels & Stories

I didn’t particularly want to be introduced to a gay couple. The memory of the kiss made my stomach churn. I lowered my head and greeted the man without looking directly at him. “Hello……” “Hello.” “This is Elias Reyes. He’s a junior in our department. And this is Arth, a first-year in clinical psychology.” “……” “……” So he was from the same university. After Eric’s introduction, a deep silence fell. Arth, a first-year in clinical psychology, was a strikingly handsome man with sharp eyes.

She had always obeyed him. He simply couldn't accept her being alone in a room with another man. Ken was about to be overwhelmed with jealousy and anger. He clenched his fists, about to knock on the door when his phone suddenly started beeping. He received countless messages. Immediately afterward, his agent called. "Ken, something major happened!" "What is it?" "You'd better see for yourself!" His agent sent several links to him and then hung up. Ken clicked on the links. [Famous celebrity Jennifer Knowles pushed her fellow screenwriter down the stairs, causing the other party to miscarry. She also physically harmed her. Another famous celebrity, Ken Lambert, indiscriminately helped Jennife

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

Anjali was frolicking among the butterflies in the enchanting garden, chasing them as they flitted about. Suddenly, the vibrant scene transformed into a desolate desert, and the butterflies fell lifelessly to the ground. Panic surged through Anjali as she attempted to flee, but out of nowhere, shackles clamped around her wrists and ankles. She found herself imprisoned in a large golden cage. "Somebody! Help! Please, let me out!" she cried, desperately trying to break free, even though she knew her efforts were in vain.

Alex responded. "Her name?" Denzel asked though he knew who it was. He just wondered if that lady understood English because last he checked he warned her from coming any close to his property. "Georgina Wilson," "Let her in," Denzel authorized and he bowed walking out. Georgina cat-walked into the office her head raised high. "What do you want?" He questioned in a cold voice startling her. "I came to see you," "What do you want from me?" "We are supposed to get married for crying out loud, why do you treat me like some piece of trash. You don't respect me one bit,"

"It doesn't matter. Think what you want, as long as you're happy." His casual response made Cassandra fume with anger, causing her to stand up and storm off. Damn it! How could she let an insignificant nobody make her so angry? What a disgrace! She was Cassandra Spencer, southern Drakonia's top medical prodigy! Taking a deep breath, she patted her chest to calm herself down. She reminded herself not to stoop to the level of a mere supporting character. She returned to her seat, turning her face away to avoid looking at Frederick's annoying face.

I walked over, pulled the rubber block from her mouth, and pointed my phone's camera at her twisted face. "Confess." My voice was flat. "Tell the camera everything you did. And don't leave out a single, filthy detail." Cassandra's eyes were unfocused, but when she saw the dark barrel of my gun, the will to live forced her to speak. "I... I am Cassandra Vitale... I killed Robert Rossi... and framed Isabella..." "I paid the guards to torture her... I deliberately provoked the old woman until her heart gave out..." "Isabella is innocent... I'm a monster..."

the woman pleaded while Isabella was astonished to see them. 'Is this Jenny Kostova, the award-winning actress? Omg. Why is she begging the man?' Opening her awe mouth, Isabella stared at the two figures where one was kneeling and the other figure was standing unmoving while puffing on the cigarette. Isabella's eyes were glaring at that man because Jenny Kostova is her favorite actress she is her biggest fan. Where she would be happy to see her idol and would go to her for an autograph, but the situation wasn't favorable at all, because of this smoker.

Any other way, it will affect her life seriously and put her in a perilous position with him. Indeed. You heard it right. He is Caged. He is a prisoner, a bloody prisoner who didn't have cuffs in his hands yet his hands are tied together, more tighter than any chains. He was not able to hold her, at this moment. He needs to stand by a couple of more days or a few hours to do what his heart wants.

Joshua Bassett I stared at the coffee brown casket as it sat above the six feet hole, my best friend's body supposedly laying inside, the cruelty this world brings was out of many questions I had. My emotionless being stared at the box, unaware what to feel in this exact moment, just thinking about losing Camila made me numb, she was one of the best things I had in my life, I never dreamed of standing by her casket, knowing there was nothing I could have done to stop her from driving into that plan.