Cassandra Calin: Books Novels & Stories

While she dressed, her friends gathered at her back window and checked out the action below. “Wow, that thing is really blazing,” Caitlin said. “This is gonna be fun.” “I’m not burning any books,” Leesa said as she grabbed her parka from the back of her chair. “Those things are too damn expensive. I can sell ‘em back to the bookstore.” “Don’t worry,” Cali said. “We’re not burning any books, either. We’ll let the crazy kids do that. We’re just gonna join the fun.” They rode down the elevator with two other girls from Leesa’s floor, Cheryl and Ashley. Cheryl had a canvass shopping bag filled with paperback books slung over her shoulder. The ones Leesa could see looked pretty old and worn.

The house smelled like wood smoke and jasmine. Cassandra had burned a candle after deleting the digital copies of her journals, the forgeries that had been shared across every corner of the internet. The real versions, handwritten in leather-bound books, remained locked in a small chest at the base of her closet. Until tonight. “I want to read from them,” she said. Claire blinked. “Live?” Cassandra nodded. “If they’re going to turn my pain into headlines, then I’ll speak the truth myself. I’ll give them the unedited version.”

"Lily might have played innocent, but she was bold. She never hid her desire to become Mrs. Northwood—" "I did it," Cailyn admitted. Calista looked down and kneaded her joints. She was a restorer of cultural relics. To put it bluntly, she was a craftsman. Despite her slender fingers, there were thin calluses on her fingertips. Her skin was nowhere near delicate at all. "I have one last question for you. Were you trying to push me into the pool just now?" Cailyn said nothing. But after a brief moment of hesitation, she suddenly reached out to push Calista into the pool.

From the words I could pick up I assumed she should be Hyacinth. "Frank?" I called out when I realized that it'll take a while before they noticed me and stood close to the cushion he was occupying at the moment feeling a bit awkward. "Hey babe," he drew me into his lap and pecked my forehead before introducing us "Hyacinth meet my girlfriend Cassandra, babe my publicity manager Hyacinth." she stretched her dainty hands at me and gave me a radiant smile which I returned and shook her hands. "It's a pleasure to officially meet you" she greeted cheerfully, her smile too wide for the morning.

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I said shaking my head "Brandon used to hate it when I tried, can't say I blame him though but he always belittled me about it” Cassie's smile faltered slightly but she recovered, offering me a sympathetic smile "Well I think we’ve all established that Brandon is a major asshole” After breakfast the boys still hadn't returned from their walk so Cassandra led me up to her room, which had a wide balcony that overlooked the front of the house perfect for keeping an eye on the entrance. We settled in and she pulled out a book titled "Coraline” and started explaining some of the conspiracy theories in the book to me.

Her cognac-dyed eyes widened and her lips were parted from the sequel, unable to close again. What is this? Remy you rascal, what the fuck have you been reading? The first title that jumped up was that of a bright red-covered book with the words "Conversation Casanova" written over it in capitals. And that was the most decent title... or book. The other ones had titles that shall not be said with contents that shall not be mentioned. Is this... this is how he got Jasmine? No way. These... W*****d books were better than these. Ryder couldn't look away from the books on her laptop's screen, her lips twitching, reconsidering some decisions she had taken lately.

It was because the storage bag was filled with over a hundred unsavory picture books. Caspian froze. Apart from The Pure Lady Cultivator, there were also The Youth Cultivator Hank, The Exquisite Sisters, and My Fox Spirit Companion. One could tell from all these titles what type of books they were. Caspian emptied the bag and retrieved the spirit stones, a couple of potions, and pills before tossing all those books to one side without sparing them another glance. Maya did not know what the skinny cultivator used to do, so she was curious when she saw Caspian tossing aside all those books. She walked over and flipped through a couple of them. A second later, she walked back blushing furiously

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Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting. "Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind". "This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel. "Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out. "Don't know her." "She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments." "Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?" "Literally nowhere." "Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.