Novel & Cerita Cassandra Kiramman

It was tense, and electric sparks were flying everywhere and it seemed like it was going to be like that if someone didn't step up to break the tension. Fortunately, Cassandra stepped down from where she sat, a polite smile on her face as she came towards Liam and I, her dark grey eyes fixed on me. I tilted my head a bit, staring at her. This was actually the first time I saw her in person, apart from the pictures that were shown to me which by the way, wasn't clear and did Jo justice to this woman's poise, beauty and elegance. She was everything I couldn't dream of being, well, apart from the beauty. But you get what I mean. “So you must be the celebrant at today's banquet.” Cassandra began

My entire world narrowed down to the sight of her shivering, tied to a chair with a web of red wiring and pulsing detonators. “Kristine!” Standing beside her was that damned woman that caused this terrible mess and an incredible amount of stress to me. Kieran smirked, almost thrilled, “Alright. Show me who the fuck was that–” “Zayne…!” “You…!?” What. The. Fuck? It was… Cassandra. Huh? When did this non-existent piece get such bravery and tactical knowledge? How the fuck did that happen? But, she was wearing the sparrow crest. It had to be her.

the woman asked. “Cassandra, Ma’am… uh, I mean… Auntie… or…” Cassandra fumbled awkwardly, not sure what to call her. “Got a boyfriend, sweetheart?” the woman asked straight up. “Wanna meet my son, Surya?” Cassandra’s eyebrows scrunched together as she looked to Mam Karra for help. But to her horror, Mam Karra nodded with a big smile! “Surya’s a heartthrob in this village,” the woman went on. “He just ran for local council!”

"Ella, that is my name, ma'am! And you are Casssandra Agustin, right?" "Yes, Ella." She offered her hand to the pregnant woman and accepted it. After the introduction, both sat down and ordered fresh fruit juice. None of them seemed to like starting the conversation but since Cassandra need to go to work, she talked first. "I understand that you are the cousin of Imman's second wife?" "Yes, ma'am, and also her companion and friend when she was battling with her disease..." "You are with her and Imman, you mean?"

The applause was hesitant at first. Then stronger. She reached the podium, adjusted the mic, and began. “My name is Cassandra Rowen. I’m a writer, a mother, a survivor, and the last woman Malcolm Whitlock ever thought would speak.” The audience stilled. She spoke for seven minutes. About her past. About silence. About shame. About the archive. About the manipulations. About the threats. About Randall. About love. “I’m not telling you this for sympathy,” she said. “I’m telling you because the truth shouldn’t live in whispers.”

Then the population can be satisfied that justice has been done. Poor Luna Elle is risking pack tensions out of misguided loyalty for her savage, unsaveable sister. Strangely the flash of silver in her iris made something twist deep inside me. It’s not quite going to the freak show, but she’s certainly unlike any woman I’ve ever met before. Despite her fearsome reputation, everyone went quiet as Cassandra slowly descended the stairs. Her hair is a short, ragged collection of dark brown curls. Yet her high cheekbones caught the light gracefully.

He does not show the anger or hatred he has for me. "It's Imani. Forgive her hormonal humour," Zuri says. The girl beside Dwayne snorts. " I don't understand how a person can be so poor and yet rude." She looks at Dwayne as if asking for backup or punctuation to her statement. Dwayne looks at her and says, "Her name is Imani, Zuri's friend." Friend. That is a commonly thrown word here. Zuri gets to her feet. "Lamar, join me to serve the drinks."

“Crystal Forest pack members, I now present our newest mated members, Marcus and Rebecca March and Theodore and Jenni Martin. Please join us for a meal and celebration.” As we make our way to the center of the room where the table is set up for us, a cold wind blows through the common area, no windows are open and no doors lead outside for there to be a breeze. I look at my father and see he is not affected by what has just happened, neither is Teddy, Bex, or Marcus. I start to feel very heavy, like I am under water, and I know that I am about to have another vision. I grab onto Teddy with intensity. I feel him go rigid, and hear him call for my father, but I black out. I see nothing, hear n

Set it on the table between them like evidence. They both looked at it. "Camila Calloway," Cassidy read. "She's in finance. Moved back to Velmont eight weeks ago after four years in New York." She scrolled. "She's connected to half the city on LinkedIn. Her I*******m is mostly work events and travel and..." She stopped scrolling. "What?" Cassidy turned the phone around. It was a different photo. I*******m this time, not the rooftop picture. Camila at some kind of gallery opening, glass in hand, laughing at someone beside her. The caption said: good people, good city, good to be home.

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”