Cassandra Cain Novels & Stories

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..."

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.

They'd underestimated her. Cassandra had spent her entire life in New York's elite circles. She had connections they couldn't imagine. Resources they didn't know about. And most importantly, she had nothing left to lose. If she was going down, she was taking Elara Moore with her. Not through tabloids or leaked audio or threatening messages. Something permanent. Something that would destroy Sebastian Vale in a way he would never recover from. She just needed to get out of this cell first. And then. Then she'd show them what real revenge looked like.

Evelyn stood up and walked to the middle of the desks. She took a deep breath, and I followed her lead. “Miss Garrison, have you ever had a one-night stand?” I felt the colour drain from my face. What did this have to do with the case? “Miss Garrison?” “Yes, once.” “Do you remember when you had the one-night stand?” “It was about 2 weeks after I moved here.” “And when was that exactly?” “I moved here on November the 18th last year.”

One minute was a little too short. But then he chuckled. One minute was more than enough for him to unload every bullet stored in his spatial dimension. If that still couldn't deal with the enemy, what would be the point of keeping spatial perception active any longer? Ray cleared out another gas station and headed for the next one. On the road, Cassandra talked about her past. She came from a scholarly family. Both her parents were university professors, and she had received a very traditional upbringing. That was why, despite being so beautiful and well‑shaped, she had remained a virgin until now.

He is our technical heartbeat, the silent guardian of our new financial world. Cassandra, my fierce, resilient friend, manages the clean, public-facing financial structures of the foundation from Europe. Her loyalty is absolute. She sends us updates via coded messages hidden within publicly available financial news feeds—little nuggets of professional love, ensuring our capital remains untraceable and dedicated solely to its humanitarian mission. She is the Queen who survived the system and now helps us dismantle it.

Christian Caine lives for this feeling, I sit at the top, and the only one that shares my side, is my princess. But just as I am about to put my other foot outside, I have Cassandra pulling me back. With her long locks of hair that dance over her shoulders and her body cover in red silk, she leans into me; this woman still has the ability to render me out of control; she truly has been my undoing. Do I miss my playboy days? Every morning I wake up next to her, I know that I made the right decision, the day I stepped into that shower and took what I knew would be mine one day. And now she has my face cupped in her hands, “Mr. Caine, are you sure you want to do this?”

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.

Nothing was going to stop her today. "Of course, I'm the hell raiser remember" She said with a hint of her seductive edge that makes her who she is now. Cassandra reached for the door but it swung open itself. A female vampire in a beautiful light purple gown dashed by them using immortal speed. Cassandra didn't recognize her and proceeded to stroll in with Kellan close behind.

I sighed deeply as his smell assaulted my senses, and my skin tingled with fierce anticipation as his fingertips traveled further on my thigh. A few months ago, I would have never expected this to happen. If Clyve didn’t visit the cabin, I was probably the same person as I was. If our fates weren’t intertwined, though it bound to happen whether I was there and Clyve was at the other part of the world, I might still be that cam girl, the Sindy Kate.