Cassandra Calin: Books Novels & Stories

"you're mentioning the word see, as though you could actually see." "Arrrrrrrgh!" Malik growled in a menacing manner. "You're actually grating my nerves, right now, but for the sake of your late mate, Santan. I wouldn't punish your raunchy ass. I'll just… You know what, I'ma just leave you two, before I lose it, and do to you, what I'll later regret." ***** Cassandra's POV I was in my chambers, reading a novel written by Melinda Hill. I was so engrossed, in reading the masterpiece, that I found it hard to even get up from my bed.

The cars lined up. “Get into the third car” Mysterious ordered. Cassandra needed not to be told twice. She knew where Casablanca was, a city in Morocco, how could she not know? Now she has been shipped to Africa seeing the flock of guards all standing before her, she dared not take the option of making a run. She gets into the car only to meet a man even more handsome than the other. “Welcome on board Mrs Carlson, I am Taylor Calvin and we are on our way to Italy, why don't you have some sleep, you slept very little last night '' Cassandra just watched the man smile like a fox, so charming yet so captivating.

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

she said with some annoyance. "Cassarina, you'll know the book I'm talking about once you see it. Just open your eyes," the woman said. Cassarina stared at the old woman who had come to be her mentor and teacher in her black robe. She sighed and got back to work. As she checked the middle of the shelf, a certain book struck her observation. It had the title The Kingdom Itself: Snails on it. "That's a strange name for a kids' story," she whispered but bypassed it and continued the search.

Sebastian After hearing Miles’s story, I realized that I couldn't stay calm. I couldn’t stop myself from finding out about Cassandra’s life when she wasn’t with me. She lived in the city of Ciston, a quiet city that was often covered in fog. But in reality, Ciston was also a developed city. Cassandra completed her education at the number one university there, and the professor who taught her was the same professor from her previous university.

“To find someone who’ll talk. Someone who knew Cassandra. Someone not afraid.” He blocked the door. “Let me come.” “No. You’re part of this, whether you want to be or not. I need answers without your shadow hovering over every conversation.” He hesitated, then stepped aside. The drive back into the city felt like navigating a minefield. Every shadow made me tense. Every car behind me felt like it followed too closely. My destination was a bookstore tucked away in the older part of town. The owner, Marisol, was once close to Cassandra. I remembered seeing her name on a list of personal contacts Cassandra had kept.

m for updates on all my books! I hope you enjoyedreading as much as I enjoyed writing these characters! Until the next adventure! xoxo, Cassandra M ♡♡♡

Book 2: Chasing The Courtesan! Before reading!!! Please no hate on the character... Aurora is totally different from Cinderella. In my own observation as the writer. Cinderella is weak minded, she's soft and needs someone to come to her rescue bjt Aurora is totally different and quiet the opposite.. Infact she's my favorite character, she's strong, brave, brass, beautiful and nice too!! I promise you're going to love her and don't worry the story is still going to continue here!

Now, she looked terrified, with her body trembling. He smiled devilishly, staring at the agreement paper in his hands. Then he said to her without looking at her, “You can go now.” “Y-yes, Master,” she said and bowed politely before she left the room. ****** Calista was sitting on the sofa in the library with an old book in her hands. She furrowed her brows in curiosity as she kept staring at the book. “What language is this? I’ve never seen this before,” she said. “It’s Latin.”