Cassandra Dee Books Novels & Stories

This will mean a lot to me! And don't forget to drop us some gems if you enjoyed this book as a farewell gift to our first couple for this series! Thank you again for sharing this journey with me, lovelies! It was a wonderful ride! #JaceAndAmaraSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M ♡♡♡ ------------------------------------ For those that are new to my world, here is the complete list of my series The Black Shadow Pack (original generation) HE'S MY ALPHA - Alpha Jake (Jacob) & Clair

The woman sat across from me, her face lined with age and caution, her eyes sharp. “You’re brave to meet me here,” she murmured, glancing around before leaning forward. “Brave...or foolish.” “Maybe both,” I admitted. “I just… I need to know everything. Cassandra’s last days. Who she trusted. Who she feared.” The woman’s hands shook as she pulled a small notebook from her bag. “She was afraid, you know. Afraid of shadows she couldn’t name. She talked of money moving in strange ways, properties being sold under shell companies. She suspected people she trusted most. She thought someone was watching her.”

"you're mentioning the word see, as though you could actually see." "Arrrrrrrgh!" Malik growled in a menacing manner. "You're actually grating my nerves, right now, but for the sake of your late mate, Santan. I wouldn't punish your raunchy ass. I'll just… You know what, I'ma just leave you two, before I lose it, and do to you, what I'll later regret." ***** Cassandra's POV I was in my chambers, reading a novel written by Melinda Hill. I was so engrossed, in reading the masterpiece, that I found it hard to even get up from my bed.

I tried to roll my eyes but couldn't help smiling at Dee's cute face. "Addy, I am hungry", He whined suddenly, and I smiled. Both of us went to the kitchen and first ate our chocolates, and then I made pasta for him. After eating our food, Dee needed to do his homework, so we both went to Ryan's office. Dee started doing his homework while asking me questions in between, and I roamed all over the room to search for an interesting book. My gaze stopped on a very old-looking white book that grabbed my attention. I took it from the shelf "THE LEGEND OF WHITE WOLF AND THE CURSE ON MOON GODDESS"... {curse???.... that's new... I have not heard anything like that even in the books that I have read

:D I hope you will give Gavin and Alia's story a chance as much as you did for Jake and Clair. THANK YOU AGAIN! And I hope to see you at the Beta book! ♡ Much love, Cassandra M.

Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting. "Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind". "This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel. "Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out. "Don't know her." "She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments." "Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?" "Literally nowhere." "Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

But she couldn’t quit so she took a breath and knocked. “Come in,” A familiar deep voice boomed from within. Cassandra pushed open the door and was met with the strangest office she had ever seen. In fact, calling it an office was too generous because there was nothing in there one would expect to find in a regular office. For one there was very little furniture, no majestic desk cluttered with important paperwork, no filing cabinet or even a bookshelf. There were other things though, a grand piano sitting in the left corner, several violins strewn haphazardly on the carpeted floor, and of all things, a silver bird cage with two parakeets inside. The wall was decorated with bizarre, colorful

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Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.