Cassandra Comic Novels & Stories

The now introduced Cassandra rambled on leaving a bemused expression on her boss's face. Was she even breathing?,Alice thought but shrugged it off and sat on the edge of the oakwood. She waited for a while so Cassandra could get a grip of herself and when everything was settled she smiled warmly at the girl. ‘So Cassy...Where can I get a much better Mocha latte??'. --------------------- Landon frowned deeply as he listened to his voicemail,two of which were from Alice.

Chapter Six Cassandra's POV Three weeks later "I think I'm going to be sick," I rushed to the small bathroom in the hotel to empty my breakfast of spaghetti and meatballs in the toilet. After cleaning up I laid down on the bed. My phone buzzed from the bedside table, it was Martha. "Hello, Martha," I said "Hey Cass, how have you been?" Martha asked. "I am not fine, I think I am going to be sick. I've been feeling dizzy and nauseous for the past week now," I blurted out.

Jack glared at him for a moment and then shrugged. “Rematch?” Jack asked, changing the subject. The tension in the room lightened again as they started up a new game and the sound of gunfire filled the “Man Cave.” As I headed back to the bar, three more men came into the basement. Dean gave them each the evil eye as they passed under his careful watch, but they just came in like they were used to him. They joined the group on the couch, filling the fourth spot and starting to shout and laugh. Noah and I started getting busy. The newcomers wanted drinks, and luckily they weren't all girly Noah specialties. Two local girls, Lana and Rosie, came in with platters full of food and began wandering

It's not gonna be pretty as he knows how bold the lady was. “At a Sky Bar?” Cassandra chuckled. She was determined. She has not touched her seven days leave of absence and for the first time in years struggling to be nice, she wants to be bad. Cassandra, head over to the dean's office, she needs to take a leave for tomorrow.

There is sudden silence, then after a while Cassandra speaks up, “I used to be such a happy child, that was my way of fighting against the hand I was dealt even when my parents died. I still tried to maintain my joy but…” Lydia shushes her, “I say we figure it a step at a time. What do you think?” There is the sound of sniffing then, “Okay.” “Your first order of business would be outrunning this Hunters,” Lydia tells her and they laugh together. There is silence again and I take that as my chance to step forward, Lydia and Cassandra are hugging when I get close to them. They both separate and look up at me, “Hey,” I say softly, “Can I talk to Cassandra?”

Cassandra remarks, sitting on the sofa while Mario tears open his presents and gawks at each one. "Thank you, thank you, Mum, Dad!" He screams, hugging us both, and plays with his new toys. CASSANDRA POV After we have dinner, I take Emilia into our bedroom, ready to breastfeed her, and fuck does she suck hard? My nipples are swollen, and my breasts are in way too much pain. "Hello, wife," A deep voice says, eyeing up my exposed breasts. "It's called breastfeeding, and no, I'm not showing you my boobs on purpose" I rolled my eyes, and he held his hands up in defense.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

"Harvey, don't be afraid. Seven days will be over soon. Cassandra will come save you." "Once Xavier's true colors are exposed, Cassandra will avenge you. Hang in there!" When I still refused to break, Xavier ignored everyone's protests and turned the machine all the way up. Foam spilled from my mouth, and the pain faded into numbness. In my haze, I saw Cassandra from our high school days. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, her expression distant and proud. "Harvey York, you'd better think twice if you want to confess to me," she said. "After all, my partner has to be better than me."

I say between laughs. “She’s fallen and she can’t giddy up,” Cassandra taunts, only making herself laugh harder with a resounding snort. She clutches the bar trying not to fall down as her body is wracked by laughs, and at this point, I’m fucking gone. That epic snort that would shame a farm of pigs was the final nail in my coffin. “My god you two are hopeless,” I hear a familiar voice tsk on the other side of the bar. That shouldn’t be as funny as I find it, and yet all I can do is laugh like a hyperactive dolphin.

"It doesn't matter. Think what you want, as long as you're happy." His casual response made Cassandra fume with anger, causing her to stand up and storm off. Damn it! How could she let an insignificant nobody make her so angry? What a disgrace! She was Cassandra Spencer, southern Drakonia's top medical prodigy! Taking a deep breath, she patted her chest to calm herself down. She reminded herself not to stoop to the level of a mere supporting character. She returned to her seat, turning her face away to avoid looking at Frederick's annoying face.