Cassandra Calin: Books Novels & Stories

Kael informed him solemnly that the fountain had been the aggressor, which Cassian chose to accept. By the time Adrian returned from his meetings, both children were in the library, clean and dry, Kael against Cassian's left side and Lyanna against his right, listening to Cassian read from a book about demon history that he had selected because it was the nearest book when Kael had requested a story and which was not, strictly speaking, age-appropriate, but which Kael was receiving with the uncritical enthusiasm of someone primarily interested in the rhythm of being read to rather than the content.

For a long while, that was the only sound. "Thalia." Cassius’s voice sliced through the calm. I turned. His stillness was a magnet, drawing my attention. He stood before a shelf, holding a heavy, dark-green volume as if it were a fragile relic. He carried it to the central desk and laid it gently in the pool of candlelight. The Lost Kingdom of Aelindoria. The title seemed to hum with promise, but Cassius’s gaze was fixed on the book's edge. His fingers traced the gilded trim of the cover, and then I saw it: the corner of a cream-colored envelope, hidden between the pages.

Croix. “We’re just in time.” Adam whispered. He squeezed my arm while Norma took to the center stage for the introduction. “It is with great pride and honor that C. B. Publishing announces the release of the fourth installment of Cassy, the Good Witch, both in paperback and hardback.” The crowd broke into applause, and I started to sweat. Nervously, I licked my lips while listening to Norma talk about the highlights of my next book. It felt surreal to see how well-received my book was. I looked away and my eyes collided with that of my ex-husband.

She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw. ‘The Council’s crimes’; ‘First dynasty of Ascended members’; ‘Bloody Peace: a review on the most atrocious acts of the Council’ Those were just some of the titles, but the table was still stacked with books they were yet to reach. Lady Cassie came back with a tray with three teacups and a teapot and smiled at them gently. “Oh, how wonderful, you chose my favorite!” “Cassie, what is the meaning of this? How did you know?”

he got up from the couch across his office and made his way to the inner room, beckoning on to Vanessa who followed behind silently. Cainan reached to the third layer of the Mahogany shelf and pulled out the hard-covered brown book. He handed it over to her and she took and glanced at it with an impressed look on her face. “You’re a man of your word. So did you read it?” “Honestly? I didn’t. But in my defence, I’m barely catching up with all my appointments as it is. A murderer would be impossible.” They both laughed hard, and she clutched down on her stomach.

She watched and waited, hoping for a sign that her claiming had worked and Calistè frowned and nudged her away. “Excuse me,” Calistè frowned. “You think you can just tell anything to the beast and expect it to believe you? Use the spells in the book.” “What book?” Rhea stared at her. “The one in the book you saw about him of course,” Calistè replied. “Or do you want me to spell it out to everyone that the lycan king keeps a diary.” “How do you know about my father’s diary?” Rhea stared at her. “And mind you, it’s not a diary. It’s his secret book where he keeps the records of all the evil stuffs that he’s done over the years.”

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

“Girls talk all the time, you know? Men do too when they get excited or have women tending to them.” Calvin swallowed a groan. It had to be Lance. Charles already warned him about Lance’s sex adventures. Who else knew? “What is your point, Cam?” he asked. “Is it true? Yo’re making it into a series?” Camilla leaned forward, curling her hands around her mouth as she whispered, “I love the books. I’ve read it so many times, Vin.” “Good. Good for you, Cam.” “Well, yeah. It’s true?” she asked.

Her response wasn’t in words but in the collision of tiny bells, shimmering and carrying a tune that emulated her emotions of sleepiness – soft and whimsical. “I have a question.” Cassandra announced, a bitterness in her tone. “How are we going to know if that thing cries if we can’t see it?” All of them followed her lead, nodding along with hushed words of agreement. Lila scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Clearly even with his assistance, they couldn’t do such a simple task of reading the books he suggested.” I blinked, pursing my lips as I recalled the conversations with Prince Thalion. He suggested books to everyone in a casual manner, silently emphasizing it’s importance. I caught Cassandra sk

A set of black rim glasses slipped down her nose. Huh, I didn’t know she wears glasses. And now I’m getting a librarian fantasy I can only hope she’ll someday fulfill. “Cass, the brain-dead boy has arrived.” Mrs. Summers announced. Way to blow up my spot, Mrs. Summers. I was enjoying stealthy watching her studying without her knowing. Cassidy’s head lifted from the textbook open in her lap. Those emerald eyes looking bigger behind her glasses locked on me. Yes, I know creeper status reached.