Cassandra Cain Novels & Stories

ROMAN. I’m pinned in my spot, unable to move. I don’t think I can even breathe. The onslaught of memories rushing back to me is a lot, perhaps a little bit too much, because for a second I have to pause and gather my self. How and why. These are the words that repeat in my head. More so on the why, because for the life of me, I have no clue why the ever-elusive Cassandra Cain is here bowing to me from the dais.

"Just tell me the truth. That's all I want. Just admit it, admit that you're Isis." "I'm not Isis, whoever she is!" She refuted sharply, backing away from me now, her eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape route. "I'm Cassandra. Cassandra Craven. I'm twenty-six years old. I was born in Ohio, specifically Cincinnati. I've worked as an executive assistant for five years. None of that has anything to do with whoever this Isis person is." "Stop it." My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking. "Stop pretending you don't know me. Stop acting like we're strangers."

Just a plain brick wall, a single camera, and a woman on the edge of truth. I looked into the lens and breathed. “You don’t know me,” I began, my voice even. “You know what they’ve said about me. You’ve seen headlines, doctored videos, anonymous files… but not the full story.” Behind the camera, Margaret’s hand tightened around her tablet. The playback light blinked red. We were live. “My name is Cassandra Jones. I did not steal, betray, or manipulate my way into power, but I did survive the people who did, and now I’m going to show you everything.”

Evelyn leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder. I turned to Cassandra. “And I can’t think of a better doctor than Cassandra to help us.” Evelyn’s smile vanished. “What? After what she did, you trust her?” I ignored her, watching Cassandra’s face. I wanted to see it—the same agony that tore through me when I saw her with Luke. The twisted pain I feel every moment I watch her with her little family. “Cassandra’s the best,” I said, my tone laced with challenge. “Twenty wolves in my pack are pregnant under her care. She’s perfect for the job.”

Oliver looked a lot like our mom too but I take after my dad. I let the tears fall off my face and I wanted to reach out to her but I couldn't I couldn't touch her I couldn't let her touch me so I reverted back to the window. "I know you're in there. I know you are there; you have to fight for me, Cassi. Please fight for me and come back; I need you. We need you" Her words hurt. I'm not in here anymore I don't know where the Casey they knew is anymore. Probably still in Africa. Maybe she died when her brother and bestfriend did.

I acknowledge, looking back and forth between my mates, who are all sticking their noses into huge, old books. Well, all of them, except Fynn who just spins them around bored. “That would make Cassandra an old ancient wolf spirit who is also a guardian of some kind of Goddess,” Hendrick observes. “What is she saying about that?” ‘I don’t remember much from my years before I got you,’ she answers, making Cayden groan. “She doesn’t remember anything of her life before Missy,” he answers Hendrick’s question.

I nod at him and turn in time to see Johanna, my step sister. She is a with a man and she's barely covered. The only thing covering her skin from the world is a flimsy material that's tied from her neck to her hip. I turn so she wouldn't see me but the quick reflex makes her turn as well and she instantly recognizes me. "Cassandra." She calls and rushes forward, dragging the man with her. "Hey Johanna." I fake a smile, looking around for Bianca. "Where's your 911 soldier? She couldn't me it? No." She clicks her tongue. "There's no way you'd come here all alone, are you cheating on Dexter or your buddy abandoned you." She laughs like a maniac that was just released from prison.

But Cassandra shook her off like an angry dog, slamming her fist into Marcus's face again and again until he lay still beneath her. Breathing heavily, Cassandra climbed off of Marcus's prone form and turned to face Karen. The other woman backed away, her eyes wide with fear. "You... you won't get away with this," Karen stammered, her voice shaking. "I have friends... powerful friends. They'll come for me..." Cassandra advanced on her slowly, a grim smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I don't think so," she said softly. "You see... your friends are all in jail right now. Thanks to me."

I asked after another stretch of silence. "Something came up." "Does it have anything to do with this Cassandra she-wolf everyone seems to be so afraid of?" I asked. His body went rigid instantly as if I had just poured something disgusting over him. "Who told you about her?" he asked. "Um, I just overheard Sel and Cain talking about her. She seems to be some kind of tyrant. Is she also a ravager too?' "No," he said. "She is my..." Just as he was about to answer, Cain walked in. He was shirtless and was with a pantless Coco.

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."