Cassandra Kiramman Novels & Stories

Kismet…Rings of Truth Sammy opened her eyes. The briefest moment everything was pitch black. It felt like she was in a coiling tumble of deception. Her only decent a downward spiral. She felt trapped in a kind of fantasy but it might be her reality. She blinked her eyes in the hope of finding light. Like magic the darkness was replaced by the enlightening casting of a blazing inferno, flames danced around her, leaving the sense of sexual electricity but in the same time the reality of a real fire. She stood within the circle of her continuous tumbling fall.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

“Like the Moon Goddess herself.” Cassandra soaked in the compliments and then her eyes landed on me, sharp and appraising. A slow smile curved her lips before she tilted her head in mock curiosity before turning back to Caroline. “Care to introduce me?” she said. Joe cleared his throat. "Mia, this is Cassandra Laurent. She's the daughter of Alpha Laurent from the Eastern Ridge Pack." “Cassandra is one of our oldest friends,” Caroline explained, condescending. I knew Joe and Caroline never liked me. Was Cassandra just someone Joe and Caroline invited to make sure I didn’t get to enjoy my big day?

Nothing else. I hadn’t expected to see her. Cassandra Ramirez stood across the room, radiant in crimson silk, laughter dripping from her lips like poison-coated honey. She hadn’t changed—still magnetic, still dangerous. My stomach tightened, but I forced my steps toward the networking tables. I would not let her ruin this night. “Elara Santos.” Her voice slithered behind me. I stiffened before turning. Her smile was all sugar, her eyes knives. “Cassandra.” “You’ve… adjusted.” She looked me up and down, gaze lingering on my borrowed dress before flicking to the portfolio in my hands. “Freelancing, are we? Brave.”

Mira snorted loudly she never thought that besides having no shame. Cassandra is a woman who also does not know herself. Which casually. Saying things that don't make sense for him to hear. How could Cassandra say that Fero never cared about her. Meanwhile, Mira is a woman who is pregnant and is risking her life for Fero. Even though he admits that Cassandra is the most shameless woman he has ever met. But still, Mira never knew that human types like Cassandra were still allowed to live in this world. Cassandra should never exist in this world.

She greeted with a happy tone. Cassandra Ramos the daughter of Mirabel Ramos- Montreal the step-mother of Cindy. Cassandra was known for her delicate and sophisticated style and appearance. She is also expert in etiquette that's why in their society she is the epitome of perfect rich lady. Cassandra is known for her perfect standing in school she is labelled as the most intelligent child of Montreal family and the daughter that the Head of Montreal had. " So beautiful as ever Cassandra" One of the Montreal relatives greeted to the star of the night.

CASSANDRA Poison. My heart nearly skipped a beat upon hearing it, and panic rose up from my chest. I felt my lower lip tremble, but before I could get too upset, I studied the woman’s expression. Though this was a dire situation, she didn’t seem too alarmed. In fact, she seemed rather confident. If she said she could handle it, I needed to at least halfway trust her. “Okay,” I said reluctantly, and then we headed back up to my room. As we ascended the stairs, I introduced myself. “My name is Cassandra Keller.”

Sienna turned and came face-to-face with a tall woman in red satin, perfectly sculpted features, and cruel eyes. “I’m Cassandra,” the woman said, tilting her head. “Old… friend of Damien’s.” Sienna smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked to her gown, then back to her face. “You clean up well—for a maid’s daughter.” The glass in Sienna’s hand trembled. But she didn’t speak. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Cassandra said with a smirk. “You think people around here don’t talk? Everyone knows your little Cinderella story. Only problem is, in real life, the prince doesn't love the maid.”