Cassandra Savage Novels & Stories

Cassandra rubbed and pointed between her legs, "down there." "You don't want me, do you? I tell you a secret, I'm still a virgin, I never date or do lust things with a man. So you're so lucky if fuck me right now, Mr. Williams." Cassandra took her shirt off and tossed it aside. She pushed him so he'd forced to sit on the bed. Eric tried to hurry all his desires underneath as she looked at the woman with the body of a goddess. There she was, standing half naked, and he could do nothing about it. She was drunk out of her mind. How tragic.

I stumbled back, apologizing and feeling suddenly off kilter. The woman was beautiful up close. She was thin, but with curves in all the right places. Her khaki shorts showed off firm, strong legs, and her bright blue v-neck shirt gave just enough hint at cleavage to draw the eye. She wore sensible, but pretty, sandals today instead of spiky heels. Dark hair spilled attractively around her shoulders in soft waves. I could see how she had gotten exclusive interviews with powerful men. It was hard not to look at her and be impressed.

Beta Hudson explained. “She is a young female werewolf, who might have been unable to control her powers, that's why she attempted to attack the queen.” one of the elders announced as he examined the 12 year old girl who sat with her legs stretched on the ground and her back against one of the building pillars. Alpha Ryder furrowed his brows and then squatted and touched Alvina's cheek. He discovered that her body was getting hotter, leaving her unconscious. “But her body is extremely hot,” Alpha Ryder announced to everyone's hearing.

Stefano said flatly, finishing his whiskey and handing the empty glass cup to Dino. "Poor girls, their demise," Renata said. "You see the woman over there?" She gestured with her glass of champagne towards a woman donned in diamonds and a snug beige gown, her greying hair pulled in a tight bun. “Her name is Nadezdha, she is Russian. She buys under-aged girls, and has them indulge in public brutal intercourse where they are publicly raped by several of her henchmen to entertain her visitors. Heard it's like a nuthouse. Medieval Roman Style anyway."

My eyes narrowed. "What's this?" I asked, standing up from my chair. The tension in the room spiked the moment Kaden entered. "Rhys," Kaden began, his voice as tight as a drawn bow. "She’s been speaking with the Luna of Creekside, Sofia." At the mention of Sofia, my blood ran cold. Sofia of all people—one of Dawn’s worst enemies and the Luna of Creekside. I’d had a bad feeling about her from the start, but this? This was something far darker.

Cassandra relished her newfound anonymity in South Africa. No one knew her here and it suited her completely, she felt free to reinvent herself and she posed as a tourist, she indulged in a lavish lifestyle, selling off Hanks watches and cuffs and her jewelry to meet up with expenses.

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.

Cassandra glanced at Yasmin nervously. "Do you expect me to agree to your request and upset the witches without understanding your reasons?", Talia sneered while wondering what Cassandra was trying to drag her into. After a long moment, Cassandra turned her back to Talia and Yasmin. The duo didn’t move as Cassandra lifted her long white dress to expose her legs and back. Talia swallowed the bile that rose in her throat at the sight of mangled skin. The flesh was ruptured, yet not bleeding, and it looked soft and fresh without any signs of healing.

And I knew she was pissed. And honestly? I wouldn't put it past Cassandra to do that to rile my fiancée up. She loved playing dirty. I leaned down, my mouth brushing Savannah’s ear, my voice low and lethal. “What the hell are you doing?” Her grip only tightened. “Please. Please, Roman. Don’t embarrass me in front of these people. I’m going to cry.” Her tone was soft, pleading. But there was hardness underneath it. “So you’re dragging me there against my will?” I hissed.

Cassie felt embarrassed that everyone knew they had been intimate the night before. "Mother what are you getting at?" Nathan asked. "Cassie is not a pure blood; she is a half blood." Laura said. Cassie head snapped up from looking at her hand. Her mother had written and told Laura she was a half blood. "Did you know Cassie?" Laura asked.