Cassandra From The Librarians Novels & Stories

You have to trust you can build a better life, even when life has dealt you a bad hand. The library was huge, floor to ceiling filled with tatty, faded books. Finding my answers would not be a walk in the park that’s for sure. But let’s be real, nothing came easy here anyway. So not exactly unexpected. The visions took quite a lot of energy out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, and let my heavy eye lids close and let myself drift off. I didn’t have to work today, Ms Cathandra had given me the day off. Saying I looked like shit. Which she wasn’t wrong about, I looked like a walking corpse. The dark circles under my eyes, looked like I had been dug out of a coffin. I did not look good. The cons

[ 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)

“Then let’s get to it. But I have conditions, Ethan. Non-negotiable ones.” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Of course you do. Let’s go to the library, Fireball. My lawyers are already on standby.” It was the early hours of the morning, tiny rays of the the morning sunlight casting golden hues on Cassandra's studio apartment. The air felt different, heavy. A suitcase lay open on Cassandra's floral bedspread, and Cassandra was frantically shoving sweaters, pants and dresses into it. Her friend Nicole sat on the edge of the mattress, a taunting grin playing on her face. “And I guess that's what you get for living under a rock, my dear friend. How do you live in California and not know

Like the building itself was holding its breath. "Cornelius," I called out. Stone scraped against stone. The sound echoed through the vast space. Then the gargoyle appeared between the shelves. His massive wings were folded against his back. His eyes glowed that familiar amber in the dim light. "Assistant Professor Cassian." His voice rumbled through the library. "Or should I say Prince Cassian…What brings you here at this hour?" "I need to ask you something." I moved closer and looked up at where he perched on one of the upper shelves. "About soul wounds."

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

"Try to find the section with the title 'Amulet'." "Alright." Cassandra flipped through the pages, describing the contents to Vasilisa to check if she had stumbled across the Amulet's recipe yet. "This page has several onion-like plants and nude women," she told the Czarevna. "I think that is the one," Cassandra did as she was told. "But really, why so many nude women in your grimoire?" Cassandra couldn't help asking. But Vasilisa didn't answer her and just went back to pacing back and forth. Ruslan was sitting with Owlyn and the sleeping serpent.

Evelyn leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder. I turned to Cassandra. “And I can’t think of a better doctor than Cassandra to help us.” Evelyn’s smile vanished. “What? After what she did, you trust her?” I ignored her, watching Cassandra’s face. I wanted to see it—the same agony that tore through me when I saw her with Luke. The twisted pain I feel every moment I watch her with her little family. “Cassandra’s the best,” I said, my tone laced with challenge. “Twenty wolves in my pack are pregnant under her care. She’s perfect for the job.”

And that scent belonged to Cassandra. Why was it so strong? She definitely walked along the corridor this night. But the disarray of this place was unexplainable till I remembered the shadow that fleed at the sight of me...wait a moment, I didn't hear any sound of footsteps anymore and that made me realize that the shadow had been the owner of those footsteps. It wasn't an allusion, neither was it my mind, it was real. A shadow literally disappeared into the darkness. Could it have been this same shadow that disorganized this library? What was it searching for? Cassandra wasn't home, neither was Alder and something was fishy because the hallway as I noticed was void of guards. My mind raced

Cassandra's POV: As I opened my eyes, I felt a familiar weight resting across my waist, and a smile spread across my face at the sight of Jasper. He was snoring loudly, but he looked so peaceful and serene that I didn't want to disturb him. After lying there for some time, I heard Mrs. Madison tinkering around in the kitchen and decided to slip out of the room. I carefully pried Jasper's arm off me and got up, making my way to the kitchen to greet her. "Good morning!" I exclaimed cheerfully, causing her to drop the pan she was holding in fright. "Oh, Miss Cassandra, you scared me!" she exclaimed.

It was a dangerous game, and I knew that the stakes were higher than ever. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across our secluded estate, I received an anonymous package. Inside was a small notebook, weathered and worn, with a note that read, "The truth lies within." Curiosity mingled with trepidation as I opened the notebook. The pages were filled with Cassandra's handwriting—ramblings, fragments of memories, and cryptic clues. It was her diary, a window into her tormented soul. As I delved deeper into the pages, the puzzle began to unravel. The truth of our shared past emerged, piece by piece, revealing a shocking revelation that threatened to shatter ev