Cassandra Kiramman Novels & Stories

he says. Samuel and Rachael come out of the car to answer the woman. Cassandra stands at 6’2ft with wavy brown hair. She wears a grey crop top exposing her smooth and flat belly. Her green eyes stares with confidence and her full lips announce its beauty. She looks into Samuel’s eyes, “You don’t smell like a vampire” she says. Samuel ignores her, “You are the alpha?” he asks her, “Yeah”. “I need you to take her with you. Protect her, keep her safe”

I was dating this woman, so I was on cloud nine! And in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too. Cassandra, often Cass for short, was a former gymnast and rightfully so she had the body that came with it. Muscled, toned, and athletic. Amazing in an orange thong. Or any thong, for that matter. She still did gymnastics multiple times a week, but not on an Olympic scale like she did when she was younger. Her sunny disposition in life made everyone who met her like her. How could you not? And yet, I was the one who had scored this hot-bodied, genuinely nice person.

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— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

Chapter 24 About thirty minutes later, the door opened and Hannah walked in again. Caitlyn paused her typing and raised her head to face her as she stood beside the table. "Mr. Martin King is here..." Caitlyn's heart immediately skipped a beat as she blinked rapidly. "Should I bring him in?" Caitlyn opened her mouth, but she couldn't utter any words. She lifted her right hand to her chest and squeezed her shirt, her eyes shaking and looking around in confusion.

I park my car away in corner so that no paparazzi catches me meeting cassandra, her being a celebrity racer it’s even hard to meet secretly not attracting much attention because even though she is new York racer, she is daughter of Sydney and people support her not to mention how many teenage boys have a huge crush on her and leaves love you, marry me, kissy faces and hearts on her I*******m account, not to mention few people who comment sexy, hot and what not! I was a step away from making lucas hack into account and grab those bastards information and torture the hell out of them, then I realized that lucas would only tease me telling how insecure and jealous am getting because of some dam

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

At first, she strongly objected to this because she wanted me to be one of her honored guest, but I insisted on serving as I wanted to make myself useful. My name is Cassandra and I am French. I come from a modest family, and I am 16 years old. I've been seeing a psychologist for 3 years because my parents think I'm abnormal. It's because I hate what most people like, and I like what other people hate. Most of the time I like to be alone, and it disturbs my family. This is how they entrusted me to the psychologist Morgane since I was 13 years old. Unfortunately, the three years of counseling I did with the psychologist Morgane did not improve anything in me. Despite this, my parents still th