Cassandra Comic Novels & Stories

His presence suddenly intimidating her. " Caden?" Her eyes searched for him, Caden. She saw him, his muscular physique lazily walked towards a large desk of which he opened and took out something large. She hadn't noticed what it was at first but when he came closer, she saw it and a detrimental gasp swooshed out of her lips. " Cassandra Wilson— Candidate A24. A trustee of the BDSM organisation. Sworn to die by the hands of the enemy rather than to betray the organisation itself, recently diagnosed with chronic breast cancer which is why they sent you on this mission instead— because you have less than a month to live."

Cassandra didn't spend a minute inside the room after replying to Max. She left without turning back, and Ricky followed her, leaving behind a flustered and stunned Max. On their way, Ricky got curious about the Slaying dragon and asked Cassandra who was in front of him, “Detective, are you sure it's right for us to return like this? I mean, is it that difficult to find the slaying dragon? And what if the slaying dragon had attacked the triple union company for no reason?”.

Sasha was wearing black boots that added two to three inches to her height. 'What are you all doing here?' Cassandra asked while wiping her tears behind her eye glasses. She had difficulty seeing anything with her glasses off. ' What do you think, you b*tch?' Sasha snickered at Cassandra. She was already thinking the worst out of this situation. Her mother wasn't staying home this time of the week. She was out of town on a date with her new French boyfriend. And the only person she told this about is her boyfriend. That only means one thing, he told them when to attack her alone. 'Now girls, I don't want to be a part of this. And call me when you get finished.' he said and went past Cassandr

The air was so thick with tension around them that the rest of the unranked wolves had unconsciously backed away from them without realizing that anything was wrong, pressing further backward into the noise and lights of the house party that still thudded away in the background. Cassandra laughed nervously and pulled her friend forward, thrusting him towards Lucy and Theo with a strained smile. “Well, that was a little awkward, “ she chuckled. “It looked to me like you were enjoying the show immensely, “ Lucy commented dryly, folding her arms in front of her. “Nonsense,” Cassandra answered dismissively with a wave of her hand, “Anyway, I wanted you both to meet Caspian He’s only been here a

Cassandra added with a poisonous little smile, "seems to be the only one with the sense to actually help those poor children. She’s already being hailed as a saint for 'witnessing' the horror and taking action." The realization hit me like a physical blow. Cierra. It was Cierra. “Witness? Is there a witness to this lie?" Cassandra smirked. The realization hit me like a physical blow, colder than the marble floor beneath my feet. It all made sense now at the supermarket. The "Insufficient Funds" terminal. Cierra Kensington on her knees, begging for my mercy while the crowd jeered. I had thought I was finally closing the book on our history, paying a debt to the universe by settling her bill.

He’s a great director, but his reputation is a bit shady, and his jokes are terrible. “He’ll promise her an Oscar,” Cassandra adds. “He promised me an Oscar,” I say, making a face that indicates I feel nauseous. I notice Silas talking to a very famous and geeky TV host, who gained popularity after taking a class at the Institute. When he finishes the conversation, I watch as Cassandra walks over to him. “Hello, darling.” “Hi. This is why I hate parties. I’m going home,” Silas grumbles. But Cassandra pulls him along. “No, you’re not. Stop whining.”

Cassandra inquired, "What's wrong?" upon noticing my pallid complexion and perspiration on my forehead. I paused before confessing, "I need to use the restroom, but I'm feeling apprehensive." Cassandra erupted into a fit of laughter, causing me to glare at her. After calming down, she proposed, "I would have accompanied you, but the washroom is for boys," which made her burst into laughter once again. Once she regained her composure, she suggested a compromise, "Why don't you give me a call on my phone, and I'll keep you company while you take care of business?"

Cassandra walked quickly towards the house. She was really angry today because she had successively been humiliated by Yuna and her friends. The first, Yuna called herself a bitch. then then asked hers to pay for all the cakes she bought at will. and after that all her friends also quipped at each other and said that she was a liar and just bragging about all the words from Cassandra about that she is currently very rich. Obviously, she does not accept and will prove to everyone. And all she had to do now was meet Malvin.

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.

Caddaric was indifferent, stood up and said, “Let’s go.” Cassandra stood up and went over to her closet. “I have to get clothes.” Caddaric was impatient but it would be more suspicious if he stopped her. “Just take a few. We can buy more later.” Cassandra brought out an empty medium sized designer bag and began to shove some clothes in when she asked, “How is Ariana?” “She’s fine, shall we?” Caddaric responded, taking the bag from her. When they got to his office in the club together with Marshall and Anna, who Cassandra had only heard of but was seeing for the first time, Caddaric told her the truth about everything.