Cassandra Kiramman Novels & Stories

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Paranoia is an infection, and I’ve just nicked the artery. I opened the comms line. “Status on Cassandra?” “En route,” the operator responds. “Landing within the hour.” Good. Cassandra is a scalpel. Where Renner was chaos, Cassandra is order. Precise, unrelenting, meticulous. She doesn’t need to break people with violence—she breaks them with understanding. She finds the fractures already there and presses, gently, until they split. I hand picked her for this. “Prep the room,” I say. “Make sure it’s clean. I want her to feel welcomed.”

I mean jock. Especially some football playing Neanderthal who obviously thinks he's god's gift to the female population of Barnett University. Ugh. Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll pass. A proposition of a sexual nature from the likes of Roan King… I accept! KingOfCampus.com With my head bent forward, my caramel colored hair falls over my face like a thick curtain, shielding it from view. Tapping my foot nervously, I wait until Mr. Abs of Steel swaggers his way up front to speak with the professor. Just as I’m about to make a break for it, he saunters back over to his desk before picking up his backpack and strolling out the door like he has all the time in the world.

“The last time, he padlocked a dog’s collar to my neck and chained me up in a shed like an animal. Nathan isn’t capable of love or compassion. He didn’t care about me. I was simply a toy or possession.” “Emma...” “It’s Camille.” Camille corrected Sid, mustering a sad and apologetic smile. “Emma was my aunt’s name. And please don’t pity me. I am aware that what I went through was horrible, but I don’t need your pity. I need to know what this has got to do with why I am being held prisoner.” “We will explain everything, but we need you to answer a couple more questions.” Jag replied calmly but Camille didn’t miss how his fists clenched and his gaze had darkened. “When did the headaches start?”

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

Catherine knew that Tristan can dance but he won’t budge. Catherine changed her dancing style into krump to provoke Tristan and she saw him smirk. Tristan started dancing his style was that of flowy and lock type of dance. The ballet dancers eased up and started having fun. Lyra was at the back as she had only done ballet and contemporary. The music changed into “Turn down for what” and almost everyone cheered.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

I asked him. “Do you know her full name? It’s Kate Zainab Omar” he answered. Smith’s POV I have planned for this day for a long time. I must enjoy every minute of it. People’s suffering and pain sooths my mood. “Am sure you are smart, you will figure it out.” I was not happy that Charles and Camilla were not surprised. “Could it be that they discovered who she is?” I thought.

“Oh, the assistant speaks? How amusing. Unfortunately, the world won’t remember an assistant’s name.” Mila clenched her fists, her face flushed with anger. “I don’t care if the world remembers me or not. What matters is the truth always comes out. Karma never misses its mark.” Cassandra gave a small laugh, then returned her gaze to Rosemary. “Karma, is it? If karma were real, I should be the one falling. But look at me, Rose. I’m rising higher every day. And you? You can’t even hold onto your reputation.”

“Yes? I have a virtual meeting today—“ Sam interrupted it and inquired, “I don’t have much time. . . where can I exchange this?” The eyebrows of the CEO furrowed while listening to him. “You just stream for a while, where did you get so much diamonds?!” he asked the poor young man. Sam gulped in nervousness, “S-Someone give it last night. . .” Cameron Bussage is still not convinced by his excuses. “Give? Did you know how much is a one diamond on my application? Or did you do something?”