Cassandra Dee Books Novels & Stories

"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.

She moved with confidence, dressed the part, and learned to smile like she belonged wherever she went. Yet underneath the glamorous facade, her heart raced every time she stepped outside. She made appearances at upscale cafés in BGC, attended an art exhibit in Makati, and even sat through a product pitch disguised as a marketing consultant. Each time, she scanned the crowd for any sign of Damon or his men. But the city was big, and she was careful. Until fate decided to test her. It was a late afternoon in a quiet luxury bookstore in Greenbelt. Rhian—Cassandra—was flipping through a rare poetry collection, her oversized sunglasses hiding her eyes, lips painted deep red. Her heels echoed soft

Three days passed, each one a slow-burning fuse. Daniel saw Cassandra only in glimpses, watering her flowers in another revealing sundress, retrieving a package from her porch in shorts so brief they seemed painted on her skin. Each time, she offered a smile that was more than friendly, a look that lingered. The sounds from her house at night had become a ritual. Sometimes soft moans, sometimes the distinct, wet sound of self-pleasure. Daniel’s imagination became a dark, detailed theater.

: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.

She laughed when Rose made another blunt comment about the food, teased Hayden whenever he became too serious, and even asked Rose questions about her work at Black PMC. But every few minutes, her eyes drifted back toward Rose and every time she did, that strange feeling returned. She knew Rose wasn't Ruby but something about her felt too familiar to simply dismiss. ……….. Later that night, Cassandra returned to the Black ancestral mansion. The house was quiet. After changing out of her clothes, she dismissed the maid who had come to help her and walked into her private study, closing the door behind her. For several moments, she simply stood there before walking toward an old cabinet. Cassan

she says slowly, "and I watched it collapse in a single night because fear, in the end, cannot survive the truth. I want the binding to succeed because I would like, before I die, to build something that survives for a better reason than that." The ink on the page trembles. Then it moves — not settling calmly the way it did for Matteo and me, but twisting, reshaping itself rapidly into new words that weren't there a moment before. Cassia's face drains of all color as she reads it. "What does it say," I demand, my heart pounding. Cassia looks up slowly, her hands trembling around the book's edges, and when she finally speaks, her voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“wow. It's so huge. It feels like a cathedral.” “They built it that way on purpose. Quiet, peaceful” “I used to love spending time in the library when I was in school. There is just this feeling of peace and quiet like you said" “I know right?" They moved slowly between the shelves. At one point Sofia stopped to look at a display of old photographs of the city. Ethan stood beside her, reading the captions over her shoulder. From the library they walked toward the Riverwalk. The water moved slowly below the path, and the bridges stretched ahead in clean lines. Sofia lifted her phone to take a picture of the skyline. When she turned the camera toward Ethan, he immediately raised a hand and blo

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

I promised. And it is a promise I intend to keep. TBC Don't forget to click on my book HiS LITTLE MINIONS Here's a sneak peek Chapter 1 Men, Huge In-between~ Cassandra "Hmm. I've always wondered about Greek Gods and the Plutonian's men with coçk so huge they'll destroy your pússy as they thrust into you with deep strokes, eliciting dark pleasures and desire so raw, you'd see stars." My best friend said, flipping the pages of her book.

[ 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)