Cassandra Dee Books Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

Because regardless of what I had, they both meant the same thing - I was nothing but a mere rogue to him. Hello, lovelies! Thank you for finding this book! For updates and chapter teasers, find me on i**ta - author.cassa.m My f***.b**k readers’ group - cassandra.m.world Your readership and your support are always appreciated! Thank you and enjoy reading! ♡ xoxo, Cassandra M.

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Standing on the green hillside, Cassandra wore a matching pink-and-white collared polo and skirt set, hair pulled into a ponytail, the whole look landing somewhere between sweet and athletic. Combined with that hole in one, she'd instantly become the club's biggest attraction. Wren and Danielle followed Julian over. "Julian, you know her?" Wren asked, curious. "I do." Julian nodded. "Cassandra. High school classmate. Runs design at Cross Group now." "That young and already a department head!" Wren looked genuinely impressed. "And a hole in one at her age, on top of that." Danielle nudged Wren's shoulder. "Incredible. Incredible!" Wren gave Cassandra a string of thumbs up.

Each time he reached across her to grab book or pen, or brushed against her , Cassie could feel the spark between them. Despite her best efforts to maintain professionalism, Dr Cassie couldn’t help but indulge in these little, sensual moments. Their lingering glances and accidental touches were exciting, a sweet mix of risk and desire that left her wanting more. One evening, as they were finishing on the final chapter for Dylan's project , he suggested they grab a coffee . It was a casual offer, but Cassie knew that crossing that line could lead to something dangerous . Still, she found herself agreeing, unable to resist his lure.They walked to the local cafe , which was just a few minutes w

"What are you doing here? And my name is Cassandra." Ignoring my question, his dark eyes took a lazy stroll over my body. In my pink pajama pants and long gray sweater, I stood straight under his heated gaze. I didn't care if he judged. I was very much comfortable in my clothes. Though his eyes one me like he had never seen a woman in his life bothered me. Even fully covered, I felt naked. Clearing my throat, I managed to bring his eyes back to mine. "Well?" I raised a brow. Roaming his gaze over my features, he stepped inside before closing the door behind him.

The Courtesan's story will continue after school break, so expect book 2 soon... For now enjoy this bonus story.... ******* Prologue. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

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.

Little did he know that Cassandra's visions were not always straightforward, often shrouded in symbolism and open to interpretation. Cassandra, with her piercing gaze and serene demeanor, shared a vision with Zane—a glimpse of a possible future where Claire and Dakota appeared together. The image stirred confusion and longing within Zane's heart, causing him to question the nature of his feelings and the dynamics of his relationships. In this vision, Zane saw himself standing in front of Dakota, and he seem stronger than ever before.

The sun had reached its crest and was frowning at the earth from above the world so high. Gareth knew without being told that they would be suffering from its anger if the trees had not provided shelter on the path. “That is the thousandth time you are asking that question,” Cassy whispered as she shook her head. Gareth groaned exasperatedly, “Hey, come on, Cassy. We have been traveling for days. My leg is burning.” Cassandra only shook her head but remained quiet. Her eyes were on the little red book she was holding. The book was no larger than Gareth’s palm, but Cassandra held on to it with all carefulness, as though it was some kind of glass that would shatter if allowed to fall.