Novel & Cerita Cassandra King Books

I give her a kiss on the cheek and a hug, and I'm greeted by Gustavo at the door, he takes my bag and escorts me to the car. "Are you comfortable Miss Harding?" he asks adjusting his rearview mirror. "Please call me Penny," I reply, "And I am, thank you." He starts the engine and we make our way, bearing in mind the time, we'll be stuck in traffic for an hour, giving me time to do research on Henry's father. Former King of Crawford, from a line of royalty, well his mother was a peasant before she met his father King John Crawford III, apparently, the relationship was toxic between his mother and father. He was a cheat and verbally abuse and a known racist. Now it makes sense where he gets it

Chapter 11: Love knows no bounds Now, Isabel had been moved to a small, yet elegant chamber adjacent to the king’s own quarters. The room was modest, yet far more luxurious than anything she had ever known. It was adorned with soft linens, rich tapestries, and a window that overlooked the palace gardens. Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate.

He coughed, this time he wheezed just like Edric did moments ago, the other male shook his head from the far corner of the dungeon cell. I nodded my understanding at Algar, not wanting to strain his breathing. I know for sure what I will be demanding when the king decided that it was time for me to be his queen. When I left the dungeon, I was startled the second I saw Justus waiting for me at the top of the stairs. "I see you've taken the scenic route?" Cato was by his side and he didn't look pleased that I had sneaked out of my room.

The smell of singed wood and plaster permeated the air as my subjects stood in silence; too shocked to utter a sound. “When I was here last, I was but a naïve girl wondering myself the same thing this small group before me wonders. I was raised in a remote part of the world with minimal contact to anyone outside my immediate family; which consisted of myself and my grandparents. When Geordie Brennus, King of Verso, posed as a wanderer to trick me into returning to my mutant-vampire mother so that she could barter me in marriage to Prince Vogel in exchange for an alliance, I followed him like an innocent lamb to the slaughter house.” When the crowd went abuzz over my words, I waited a momen

At the suffocating politics of this country. At the damned, rotting court that fed on misery and pretended it was tradition. If I was being honest, I was furious at the entire kingdom. My fists clenched until my knuckles went white, until the bones ground together, until my skin felt like it might tear. It was either that or punch a hole through the wall. And even then, I wasn't convinced it would take the edge off. Cassandra had never been meant for shadows. She wasn't a woman to be hidden behind closed doors or shuffled through forgotten corridors like some shameful secret. She was not contraband, not something smuggled behind the king's back, not a forbidden indulgence I should feel guilt

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.

She said looking into my eyes. "Which book?" I asked. She protested and I moved a little away from her, she tried to stand up when I was so turned on. "Let me show you," She said and walked away to the library part of the chamber. I sat up and removed my kurta as it was irritating me a little bit and lied back again. I waited till she came after a good time carrying a book in her hand. She stepped over the mat and again sat beside me. She looked at the book and read the title aloud. "It called Kamasutra"

“I saw them! I saw their faces! They are-“ Before Isadora could finish her sentence, she collapsed while her mouth kept releasing some black liquid as if somebody was preventing her from talking. When Katherine stirred, I carried Isadora and took her to the guest room and went out for a brief moment to get a basin and a towel, but when I came back, Isadora was no longer breathing. There were marks on her neck as if she was strangled while I was away. I knew that trick. I had seen Vampires who died the same way while I was still in the army. This meant that he was back. He was the former King’s enemy which makes him the current king’s enemy now. And the person who had given Katherine this rin

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

I blurted. My father shook his head in disdain. “ Bring Cassandra, you'll want to hear what she has to say.” Cassandra is the king's ancient prophetess. She emerged from the shadows and bowed to the king. “This girl here is the reason the pack would be left in ashes. Her union with the prince will bring about the total destruction of the pack. We cannot let that happen.” “What? She plans on destroying the pack?” The elders all began an uproar. Things were slowly getting out of hands. I barely had the strength in me to continue standing, there was no way I would break out of this chain to save Eva if they decided to execute her.