Cassandra Kiramman Novels & Stories

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

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

He slowly withdrew it, and I felt a hollow emptiness as I watched Margaret link her arm with his instead. Did Mira say she hated her? I hated her even more. “Who’s this?” she asked Dante, and I was shocked at how she acted as if it were her first time seeing me. Such a cunning fox. “Her name is Cassandra, a designer. She’s working on a project with us,” Dante said, and I watched as he checked me out, which Margaret noticed. “But she looks young. Isn’t she around Mira’s age?” she probed, but only a fool wouldn’t catch the subtle shade.

I mumbled "My instinct is right! It's her!" I look at Patty who looks like a lotto winner after viewing her so-called instincts right. "Who is she?" "She's Cassandra, the campus queen and topped 2 for being the most famous student of the whole campus, next to Zeke." She's Cassandra? "I have read about her," I whispered into the air. She's the real antagonist of Zeke and Krisha's love story. She's Zeke's childhood friend. I look at Krisha who seems to be amazed about what she sees. She has this beaming smile while looking at Cassandra standing in the crowd, waving her hand like a celebrity.

He was caught off-guard, wondering how K knew about him hooking-up with almost every pretty girl around New York. Oh, wait. Clix. He realized and remembered K saw the app on his phone when he asked for her phone number at the subway station. But then, she wouldn't know still that he slept with those women aplenty. "H-how did y-" "I have access to the database," she explained, stopping him mid-sentence. "I'm a web developer for Clix. I see you, Jesse Akerman." She looked right through him, really deep within him. Holy shit.

I didn't believe her should recollect me like this. "Please accept my apologies I didn't intend to irritate you. You smell." I stopped briefly. Perhaps saying incredible is overdoing it with it, I thought. “Fine. It's simply that your garments are altogether wet and it's virus." I broadened my hand trusting she would take it and agree that yes. She stayed away from my touch once more, strolled around me and stood sitting tight for me. "I'm Karish coincidentally" "I'm cc.. Stanlay"

His presence suddenly intimidating her. " Caden?" Her eyes searched for him, Caden. She saw him, his muscular physique lazily walked towards a large desk of which he opened and took out something large. She hadn't noticed what it was at first but when he came closer, she saw it and a detrimental gasp swooshed out of her lips. " Cassandra Wilson— Candidate A24. A trustee of the BDSM organisation. Sworn to die by the hands of the enemy rather than to betray the organisation itself, recently diagnosed with chronic breast cancer which is why they sent you on this mission instead— because you have less than a month to live."

He is our technical heartbeat, the silent guardian of our new financial world. Cassandra, my fierce, resilient friend, manages the clean, public-facing financial structures of the foundation from Europe. Her loyalty is absolute. She sends us updates via coded messages hidden within publicly available financial news feeds—little nuggets of professional love, ensuring our capital remains untraceable and dedicated solely to its humanitarian mission. She is the Queen who survived the system and now helps us dismantle it.