Cassandra Dee Books Novels & Stories

They clung together, grasping at each other and pressing closer and closer together. Soon their hands and mouths began to explore every curve of each others bodies. "I promised you dessert." Olivia whispered as her dress was slid off and dropped to the floor. "You can have vanilla cake, mango juice, icecream or... me..." "No contest!" he replied, smiling wickedly as he slowly slid her panties down her legs. "You have given me my just dessert and now you're going to get yours." Caspian said and dug his head into her breasts. "Happy anniversary, Husband."

Hello my wonderful readers! I promise I haven’t forgotten about you! I know I teased something big, and now it’s finally here! Cassy has already started flexing her Moon Goddess muscles in my other book, Pregnant Luna - Lawful Rebellion. If you haven’t checked it out yet, I’d love for you to dive into it while you wait for this story to pick back up. Don’t worry, it’ll only be a few more weeks! Thank you for your incredible patience and unwavering support. I admit I was nervous about revealing the crossover too soon, but I hope you know I’d never abandon you!

A set of black rim glasses slipped down her nose. Huh, I didn’t know she wears glasses. And now I’m getting a librarian fantasy I can only hope she’ll someday fulfill. “Cass, the brain-dead boy has arrived.” Mrs. Summers announced. Way to blow up my spot, Mrs. Summers. I was enjoying stealthy watching her studying without her knowing. Cassidy’s head lifted from the textbook open in her lap. Those emerald eyes looking bigger behind her glasses locked on me. Yes, I know creeper status reached.

The mother died paying the price of her husband’s doings, the child lived to face the ugliest truth and the father shall never get what he desires until…,’ “What have you done, you bastard of a father?” Cassandra hollered, flipping the pages, but it was blank. She tossed it away from her sight. In defeat, Cassy sank onto the muddy ground and flinched looking at the numerous graves of unknown people. She’d never seen a grave as tremendous and white as this one. It extended to infinite magnitudes. The thunder rumbled and it rained reddish black. Cassy’s lips dried as the precipitation became thicker and wider. Whipping her with its blow, it drew gashes on her back. Hollow ends opened on her kn

she thought, finally letting her eyes close. --- The night slipped by, and dawn began to break. Mam Karra knocked gently on Cassandra’s door. Moments later, the girl stepped out of her room, dressed and ready to go. Her jacket was casually tied around her neck, and she rolled her suitcase behind her. “Miss, all set?” Mam Karra asked. “All ready, Mam,” Cassandra replied with a smile. “Sandra already booked a car for our trip to the village.” “A car? Oh dear… why not just take the bus?” Mam Karra suddenly looked uneasy.

“That’s all I want.” The next morning, Grace presented Cassie with a bound book, handmade, messy, magical. Inside were ten beginnings. Each story ended with the same phrase: “And she didn’t know how the story would end, but she wasn’t afraid anymore.” Cassie held the book to her chest. “You’ve written the truest thing I’ve ever read,” she said. Grace beamed. Later, while Damon was watering the garden and Cassie watched the girls chase the breeze, she whispered a simple prayer into the wind:

Cassandra "All that hard work I put in during nursing school, only to have to put my finger in someone's asshole," Tarra grumbles when she walks through our apartment door. I close my City of Fallen Angels book after being sunk into the words of Cassandra Clare, and set it on my lap, laughing at her greeting. I'm not hysterically laughing, but this isn't the first time she's come home tired and complaining about something she had to endure while at work. The worst incident that I can recall, was when she came home completely traumatized by a hysterectomy. Before that, I never knew what the hell a hysterectomy was, and could've gone my whole life not knowing about the details.

Todd says, once again stepping in for Cassandra. I nod, “I understand that this is a new terrain for you both, but I’ve read your book titled ‘the datelight’ and I can assure you that the readers will love it. All that we need to do is push the book in their faces, make them want to read it” I say, with a small smile on my lips. “And luckily, you’ve both come to the right person” I say, handing them the book promotion contract detailing the promotion plans. Cassandra looks at it boringly, fleeting through the pages almost as if she was forced here to promote her book. If I had a choice I’d refuse foreign celebrity writers but i don’t, seeing that most of my customers are in that bracket. Tha

“I don’t like them either especially after what she did to you.” I chuckle at the way her lips curled into a snarl. “Nothing I’m not used to.” Lila focuses on me, eyes sullen. “You shouldn’t be used to that. They are evil people.” She frowned. “Are you talking about us?” Cassandra’s annoyingly high-pitched echoed throughout the space. Cassandra wore a hot-pink latex mini dress, brushing wavy curls over her shoulder. She was going for barbie and instead looked like a highlighter. Meeting her overly zealous stare, taking a sip of my coffee.

Cassandra sat in her car outside a small cafe. Her hands shook. The notebook lay on the passenger seat, pages full of names and plans. She reread the last line she had written and felt a cold on her skin. Power was close. So close it tasted like metal in her mouth. She pushed the car door open and walked in. Vanessa was already inside, sipping coffee, face calm. Cassandra slid into the seat across and stared at Vanessa for a long breath. Her face was hard now. No sweet smile. Only hunger.