Cassandra Calin: Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

CASSANDRA Once dinner was over, a servant guided me back to my chambers, and when I entered the room, the lights were dimmed and Finnick was fast asleep. Erika sat at the table, reading a book by candlelight, and when she looked up to face me, her kind eyes were wide with concern. “You look stressed, Cassandra,” she noted quietly, and she patted the seat beside her. “Come, tell me what’s wrong. Did something bad happen at dinner?”

Tim sat beside her "Hello Dakota!" He greeted "I know that look!" I pointed at them both "Go." Celine said "Arasso!" I hissed "Goodluck!" Celine said and I nodded. I gave her a thumbs up. Nico texted me the place and I quickly take a shower and changed into my white dress. It's sleeveless white dress with a black stripes on the bottom. I put on a light make up and straighten my hair and give it a C curl on the bottom.

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She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

CASSANDRA The whisper swells, each day a little more, like a dark tide rising in the heart of the damp walls that never recedes, crawling through the narrow corridors, hissing between the twisted bars, slipping into the breathless whispers of the cafeteria, until it saturates the very air, so that we no longer speak only of the princess who has fallen from her pedestal, but of me, Cassandra, the one who does not bend, the one already called the bite, the one who laughs when the blood spurts and pain becomes spectacle.

I asked. Cassandra pulled out her phone and started scrolling. "I know your secret, Lila." My blood ran cold. "What secret?" "Do not play dumb," Cassandra said. "I know about your notebook. About the stories you write. About your feelings for Ryan." The world seemed to tilt. "How do you—" "How I know does not matter," Cassandra interrupted. "What matters is that I know. And I have proof." She turned her phone to show me photos. Photos of pages from my notebook. My handwriting. My stories about Ryan.