Cassandra Cain Novels & Stories

Paranoia is an infection, and I’ve just nicked the artery. I opened the comms line. “Status on Cassandra?” “En route,” the operator responds. “Landing within the hour.” Good. Cassandra is a scalpel. Where Renner was chaos, Cassandra is order. Precise, unrelenting, meticulous. She doesn’t need to break people with violence—she breaks them with understanding. She finds the fractures already there and presses, gently, until they split. I hand picked her for this. “Prep the room,” I say. “Make sure it’s clean. I want her to feel welcomed.”

That revelation made it clear everything Cassandra said back in the interrogation room was all lies to scare and make me desperate. Several weeks later, Cassandra and the taxi driver, after being discharged from the hospital, were arraigned in court. Given the weight and severity of her crimes, Cassandra was sentenced to life imprisonment and required to undergo therapy while serving her term. The taxi driver, convicted of assassination and attempted murder, was sentenced to 25 years in prison without the possibility of parole.

It was hard to let Damian just go like that but he decided to listen to cassandra not for the cops but because he knew it would affect her terribly if he hurt her friend. Knight leaves the place and Cassie goes to Damian checking if he was okay. She turns towards the crowd when she sees someone taking a picture. She moves towards the girl and smashed her phone down the stairs. "I'll get you an even better phone or money which do you want?" She yelled at the girl who seemed startled. "Money. I have another phone." Giving more information than she was asked. "I never asked you that." Cassandra said and asked her to input her account details into her phone. She turned to the rest of the crowd.

Cassian was standing in the hallway. He looked even worse than the night before, his eyes bloodshot, the stubble on his jaw darker. "I heard about Martha," he said, his voice hoarse. "As always... you make the impossible possible." "So what?" I didn't let him in. "You were like that at the estate, too." He was trying to find common ground. "Remember the IRS raid three years ago? You cleaned up all the books in one night—" "At the estate, I had no choice," I cut him off. "Here, I do it because I want to."

“And I guess that's what you get for living under a rock, my dear friend. How do you live in California and not know what Ethan Gray looks like?” Cassandra shoved a pair of jeans into the bag with more force than necessary. “Well, sue me for being too busy trying to pass Torts and Criminal Law to care about conglomerates, celebrities, socialites and the likes.” Cassandra shoved a pair of jeans into the bag with more force than necessary. “Well, sue me for being too busy trying to pass Torts and Criminal Law to care about conglomerates, celebrities, socialites and the likes. Or for being too busy living my life to care about how others are living theirs.”

The next morning was quiet, but the peace didn’t last long. Savannah was still resting in the hospital when Detective Henry came in with serious news. Adrian sat up straight, holding her hand tightly. “We caught most of the people,” the detective said. “But Cassandra escaped last night. She tricked one of the guards and ran. We believe she’s planning something dangerous.” Adrian’s heart dropped. “You mean she’s still out there?” Henry nodded. “Yes. And we think she won’t stop until she gets what she wants.”

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

She wanted something warm. The phone call she'd received a week ago had come as a nice surprise. Miguel Santos, one of the most desired bachelors in the city, had a new girlfriend. There was no astonishment there. What she hadn't been expecting was that he wanted, once again, for Cassandra to be this new girlfriend's personal assistant. She knew why: If she could survive the demon sitting in front of her, then she could survive anyone else thrown her way. She didn't even need to consider it. It was an offer she couldn't resist. Her money had been squandered, and she doubted anybody would be more horrible than Ms. Nadiva.

...Cassandra POV... In all of my five-foot-four splendor and glory, I tower a table of six men. One of these men is my new playboy, Christian Caine. The very same one that not but a few minutes ago left me frustrated and hanging, once again. So this, this will be my payback to him

And they are going to use that power to once again play with the mind of Zane. This time when Zane opened his eyes. He found himself in a cave and with a very beautiful girl, she is staring at him and smirking... "You are awake, human!!!" She smiled and came close to him. But he backed away. "Where am I? Who are you?" Zane asked and got up from the ground. "I am Cassandra. am one of the members of the twelve. And I am here to keep an eye on you..." She said. Zane gulped.