Cassandra Calin: Books Novels & Stories

There was an extra step, or a twerk, as she moved around. "Good afternoon, dear housewife," I called out theatrically, gauging her reaction. "Good day, stud," Cass said with a big smile, looking up and giving me a wink. She didn't even correct me calling her a wife. Just being her happy old Cassandra. "How was your day?" Cass asked. "Oh, it was mighty productive. I ran a lot of books, and my people seemed to know their business. Though, I could swear something was awry with one of the offices. This damn ruckus kept interrupting my workflow, damndest!"

They help in promoting the books to gain more readers, so please keep them coming! THANK YOU AGAIN and see you at Alpha Caspian's book! xoxo, Cassandra M.

They shared some virtual kisses before ending the call, and Cassie looked at her new toy collection. “Calibration, huh?” the sophomore decided to read the instruction manual for more detailed instructions. The more she read about the calibration process, the more convinced she became that the instruction manual writer could secretly be an erotica author. Why else would it sound so vulgar?

Cassandra "All that hard work I put in during nursing school, only to have to put my finger in someone's asshole," Tarra grumbles when she walks through our apartment door. I close my City of Fallen Angels book after being sunk into the words of Cassandra Clare, and set it on my lap, laughing at her greeting. I'm not hysterically laughing, but this isn't the first time she's come home tired and complaining about something she had to endure while at work. The worst incident that I can recall, was when she came home completely traumatized by a hysterectomy. Before that, I never knew what the hell a hysterectomy was, and could've gone my whole life not knowing about the details.

she mumbled, cheeks burning. That got my attention. I reached for the book. The cover was familiar. It’d been in the library for ages. Cassandra picked it up once and begged me to reenact a scene from it. Of course, the moment I realized which book it was, my thoughts went straight to Alina. All the filthy scenes. And there she was, reading it with that innocent face. “How did this even get here?

That evening, after washing up, Adriana searched the bookshelf for a while before finally finding a few books she wanted in the vast sea of volumes. She went upstairs and knocked on the door. “Calvin…” As she opened it, she froze—Calvin was stepping out of the shower. He wore only a white bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, his muscular contours clearly visible, with droplets of water still trickling down his chest. Calvin casually wiped his wet hair. “Looking so intently?” Adriana had seen his physique many times before, and it always left her momentarily speechless. “I brought you some books.”

I couldn't help but feel grateful for Cassandra's presence, especially considering my previous girlfriends who often left in disgust. I went in search of Cassandra and found her in my room, meticulously organizing the clothes and shoes we had bought the day before. Her attention to detail was impressive, but my curiosity quickly turned to concern as I watched her open my cupboard. To my horror, all my belongings came crashing down, burying Cassandra under a pile of clothes, books, and sports equipment.

C Cassian's POV My concern for Lilith grows stronger with every passing minute, I'm so tempted to tell Calian but Lilith is just going to kill me. At least a solution is in progress once she gets the job in Nolan's work at least that should reduce our worries.

She turned the yellowed pages, running her finger over the black embossed words. "I'll take history," Casper announced grabbing the first book his hands landed on. He rested it against his chest, pacing the room as he flicked through the pages, sighing at every page turn. Gage opted for the Lycan section. Lena war and battles and Serena diaries of the royals. I went to the section on leadership and Alphas. Hours passed. The pile of discarded books in the middle of the room grew bigger and bigger as the books yet to read dwindled. Blake still tapped furiously at the laptop he rested on a small reading table. Lena joined Casper in sighing after each page turn.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.