Cassandra Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

They all look at her. "What happened, Cassy?" Abegail wondered. "I'm so sorry, Storm! I forgot about you yesterday," Cassandra apologized and sheepishly smiled. Storm just laughed at her and patted her head. "It's fine. Let's go to our room," Storm said, and they all went together. While their professor was teaching, someone spoke from the speaker of Academia. "This is an urgent announcement. Battle of the Strongest Neophyte Champion: Cassandra Louise Reese and rank 12, Jessa Silvernia, please proceed to field 3. The match will begin today. Thank you."

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

"Daisy, Mr Antonio Nathaniel died some weeks ago and his investors are rallying to leave the company bankrupt if Seth doesn't pay them up." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers yet laced with concern. "Wait a minute! Mr Antonio, the CEO of MetaX is dead?" Alison couldn't believe what she was hearing. "This is really bad, Poor Seth, what is he going to do now?" Alison said as she sank into the bed dressed with a bubble gum pink bedsheet. "You see, that is the main reason why I'm considering the marriage contract." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers. "Now I get it, Daisy."

Cassandra Vale, the architect of the Entity, the woman who had burned in a tragic car accident ten years ago, smiled into the camera. And then, she reached up, and slowly unclasped an identical velvet choker from her own neck. “Did you really think,” her voice echoed through the corridor speakers, a terrifying, omnipotent whisper, “that a machine could ever build a cage that the creator couldn't escape?”

“A new investor has been quietly buying Vanguard shares. Enough to raise concerns before the next board meeting.” Alexander folded his arms. “Who?” Marcus hesitated briefly. “Cassandra Vale. Founder of Vale Technologies.” Elena looked up sharply. “The biotech magnate?” “The same,” Marcus confirmed. “She’s ambitious, influential, and apparently interested in Vanguard.” Alexander’s gaze darkened thoughtfully. “Interesting.” Elena noticed the subtle shift in him immediately—that familiar edge that appeared whenever he sensed a challenge. “Do you think she’s trying to take control?” Elena asked.

“And I come with answers.” Ellie shot upright, fists clenched. “Who the hell are you?” The woman bowed, just slightly. “Dr. Nadia Voss. Historian. Keeper of myth. And the last person alive who actually understands… what that is.” Her eyes flicked to Cerebus. The Forgotten Truth Minutes later, the farmhouse flickered with candlelight. Shadows stretched across peeling wallpaper and broken beams. The door was barricaded with an old wardrobe Beta had shoved in place. Ellie sat opposite the stranger, never letting go of the metal pipe she’d found. Cerebus hovered between them, growling softly if the woman shifted too fast.

Now this was Shania, the crazy wreck of a lady I somehow fell for. “You think I'm just gonna let you move on from me? I spent my years with you, I sacrificed my time for you, my life for you. You can't just blow me off, I deserve a second…” She went dangerously calm as she took a sudden pause and gulped heavily. “Remember our contracts, Alpha,” she said with scorn. “The buisness agreements we signed upon before I partnered and invested in your company. I could take it all away, I could pull out my investment. I am a shareholder anyway.”