Cassandra Dee Books Novels & Stories

~AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW~ Cassandra sighs and takes her headphone out of her ears, she throws her phone across the room, she doesn’t care if it’s broken. She sits watching the rain for a while, she’s so sick of feeling guilty about her life, so sick of being a burden. She’s lost in thought and loses track of time, before she hears a noise outside the bedroom door, thinking it’s Aiden, Cassandra goes to find him.

Carol hugged me "Hey bae." I chuckled "You wanna cut your hair too?" She asked "Yeah changing my hair color to black again I think." I said and she nodded "I'm kinda tired to see you in brown." She chuckled and we both go to the salon. Cutting our hair and I finished first since Carol make her hair ombre like Dahyun from Twice in Ooh Ahh. I walked to the bookstore to check out another book. I was hoping to get a really good book. "Amanda?" Suddenly someone called me, it's Andre

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?”

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.

Cassandra was very much fascinated with security. She had never been to such and it was high-end security. “Come let's head for the shooting room, I have a feeling we might have guests there” Tay drags Cassandra by the hand while Tessa follows from the back. As they got closer, they could hear the forgotten voices of Glory and Eddna.

It was a beautiful day - the kind that begged to be spent outside rather than cooped up in an office. With a sigh, Cassandra gathered up her things and headed down to the lobby, where she stepped out into the warm sunshine and began the short walk to the park near her building. She'd been spending so much time indoors lately - between work and her BDSM sessions with Chad - that she was beginning to feel a bit stir-crazy. A few minutes of fresh air and nature would do her good.

“My beloved wife wasn’t the best student either. She had bad grades throughout college, but she excelled in literature and became a novelist.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked up to the older man, wondering why he was so accepting. “Could you lend me some of her books?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady. She discreetly wiped at the tears, threatening to fall, hoping no one noticed.

I couldn't help but feel grateful for Cassandra's presence, especially considering my previous girlfriends who often left in disgust. I went in search of Cassandra and found her in my room, meticulously organizing the clothes and shoes we had bought the day before. Her attention to detail was impressive, but my curiosity quickly turned to concern as I watched her open my cupboard. To my horror, all my belongings came crashing down, burying Cassandra under a pile of clothes, books, and sports equipment.

m for updates on all my books! I hope you enjoyedreading as much as I enjoyed writing these characters! Until the next adventure! xoxo, Cassandra M ♡♡♡

arousing. "Is this because of that p**n you're watching?" Cassandra asked casually. My heart stopped. Oh no. Not this. "Erh what... what do you mean?" I wasn't even sure what she had found. I watch a lot of p**n. A lot. Cassandra knew this, but she had never asked about it. She sort of let it be a me-thing. "You have that folder. With the captions with the wives and the thing and the thing?" Cass said, waving her hand impatiently. "I'm not mad, just wondered if it had something to do with all that."