Cassandra King Books Novels & Stories

" Really sister so tell me what's your dreams " " I want to become the queen of Atlantis girl, The queen but that witch just wouldn't let me be " " It's okay so tell me what can I help you with " " Oh don't worry the king's fiancee asked for a fresh baked cake so that's what am doing right now " " So can I help you with that " " Yes you can " We started talking about order things while mixing the cake , Just then two maids worked into the kitchen . " Oh my God I can't believe what happened today at the court room the king ordered the execution of sir Eliot Ah poor man , May his soul rest in peace "

He opened his mouth and Cassian said his name like a prayer, like a curse, like the only truth left in a kingdom built on lies. The stone burned his knees. His jaw ached. His entire body sang with the singular focus of this the weight of Cassian’s hands in his hair, the involuntary thrust of Cassian’s hips, the fact that the king of Valdris was on his knees in the throne room and the sky wasn’t splitting open, the world wasn’t ending, the gods weren’t striking them dead. Not yet.

Cassandra just decided to walked on the back area of the Kingdom. The sky is dark and there was a few drops in the air, her feet making contact with soft grass. She looked around but all she could see were tall trees surrounding the forest. It’s silent, except for the noise of the wind rustling some branches on the trees. Cassandra had no idea when it started or how long she has been walking aimlessly. When she's already a little far from the Kingdom she pick the magic book on her pocket that she carry secretly before finally leaving the room of Marcus lately.

“Let's get to the office at first. I might sign the deal since it is just a month. I might not too, because really there's someone that can really do this more than Alpha Redford, and he is my king. Cassandra had really not heard anything so reasonable from Grace ever since she had met her so-called King, and this left her thinking, Who the hell is that King, or so-called damn man? “What if he has a plan to bring you down, huh? What if it is a setup he did with one of your enemies to know everything about you and then use that against you? What if he is not really your king as you are thinking, and you have given him that title already? Cassandra retorted, her voice laced with seriousness an

Oh, damn, it's one hell of a body. I heard a loud cough and looked up at the man sitting on the throne looking like a god. "You may rise, my men." He spoke to Kay and Kane, they both rose from their bowing positions and nodded at their 'leader'. "We have found her, my king." Kay spoke looking at the solid ground in front of him. King... What the hell? "Good job, Kay. You are dismissed." Kane and Kay left the room, closed the doors after them and left me alone with the hottest species in the fucking universe. Fuck, I really should stop thinking with my vagina.

Now, where should I go to uncover the secrets of the mysterious Arabella? "But, Your Highness!" she suddenly squealed, as if remembering something important. "I know that there's only one person very close to the king. Maybe she can help you." Wow! Now I hit the jackpot! "Really? Tell me, who is she, Harper?" I demanded eagerly. "The royal witch, Cassandra!" she replied. The royal witch?! “Cassandra!" I repeated in astonishment. "Yes, my Queen. She is the king's personal adviser and the most trustworthy person. Perhaps she can help," Harper explained, her tone earnest.

A queen of a kingdom of one. Meanwhile, across the ballroom, Cassandra Reyes watched the silent exchange with a cold, calculating eye. She was a prominent figure in the business world, a socialite, a woman who knew everyone and had everything. She had been monitoring Isabelle's progress with a quiet, seething contempt, and she had seen the rumors about Damian's disappearance with a quiet, triumphant satisfaction. He had been broken. He was a ghost. And she, a woman who had once been a predator herself, knew that a ghost was a blank slate. A canvas to be painted. A man to be rebuilt.

But if I think that would make the fool back down, he only but raises his gun higher and start to break out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, then he makes the mistake to speak, “Oh yes, you are that dirty little stripper.” Well, my restraint snaps. With absolute determination to show him his foolish ways, I step closer to him, “Cassandra is not a dirty little stripper; she was an exotic dancer.” I pause for a moment as I position my finger softly against my trigger, not once taking my other hand of King. Then I continue to speak, “You have made two fatal mistakes tonight.” He only but smirk at me as he tries to keep his hand steady, “Please do tell me what it is, Caine?”

He sniffed so hard that if it were possible for him to have taken me into his nose, he would have, he let out a small ‘hmm’ as he removed his nose from my neck and I thought it was over but he placed it back and sniffed my neck again, nose brushing against my neck and making me silently wonder if this was some sort of normal behavior between these animal-humans people. I’d thought it was my body wash that caught his attention because I made sure to use the strawberry and cherry scented one. I never expected that a total stranger would notice it and like it so much. I felt his finger trace my face down to my neck as he grabbed me by my neck and pulled me closer to him, I closed my eyes again

*Fiona* "Well, that went as well as I could hope," I said sitting on the couch in my office placing my legs across David. I was not happy that the King had managed to worm his way into the pack, but at least we were ready to take him on. This might also prove useful for me to gather information on the King. I was naturally distrustful, but even so, something about the King just seemed off to me. Not that would tell Alpha Astor or his Beta that. Skylah was pacing inside me, which made me nervous. She only got that way when big things were about to happen. She had a sixth sense about things, although they were always feelings and never anything concrete. I was left to guess why. This t