Novel & Cerita Cassandra Savage

Nothing was going to stop her today. "Of course, I'm the hell raiser remember" She said with a hint of her seductive edge that makes her who she is now. Cassandra reached for the door but it swung open itself. A female vampire in a beautiful light purple gown dashed by them using immortal speed. Cassandra didn't recognize her and proceeded to stroll in with Kellan close behind.

he says. Samuel and Rachael come out of the car to answer the woman. Cassandra stands at 6’2ft with wavy brown hair. She wears a grey crop top exposing her smooth and flat belly. Her green eyes stares with confidence and her full lips announce its beauty. She looks into Samuel’s eyes, “You don’t smell like a vampire” she says. Samuel ignores her, “You are the alpha?” he asks her, “Yeah”. “I need you to take her with you. Protect her, keep her safe”

I smirk, nodding at Hunter to takes over as I claim my seat front and centre, sprawling out in the chair as I sip my whiskey. “Let’s start with Contestant 6,” Hunter begins as an image appears on the glass to the arena. One half is a closeup of the face, the other half a full-length image of their body. Each of the girls has been photographed in their underwear when they arrived. Although many don’t remember, as the drugs were still in their system. “Felicity Swan 25 from the Moonstone Pack. Tall, slender build with toned muscles with a decent size rack, unmated, is top of her squad. She has taken out 3 rogues on her missions,” Hunter informs everyone as I bristle slightly. I didn’t know she

Sasha was wearing black boots that added two to three inches to her height. 'What are you all doing here?' Cassandra asked while wiping her tears behind her eye glasses. She had difficulty seeing anything with her glasses off. ' What do you think, you b*tch?' Sasha snickered at Cassandra. She was already thinking the worst out of this situation. Her mother wasn't staying home this time of the week. She was out of town on a date with her new French boyfriend. And the only person she told this about is her boyfriend. That only means one thing, he told them when to attack her alone. 'Now girls, I don't want to be a part of this. And call me when you get finished.' he said and went past Cassandr

Lydia is a mega-successful YouTuber whose makeup videos have catapulted her to a goddess-like status on the internet. "The sooner you get back on the bike, the better," Cassandra added, flicking her long blond hair over her shoulder as she pulled up the collar of her signature leather jacket. In the five or six years Eden's known her, she's never seen her in a dress. Not even once. For a self-proclaimed tomboy, Cassandra was effortlessly chic, and with her tall slim physique and delicate features, she could pull off any look.

She was physical, flesh and blood, her hands moving delicately, methodically over the keyboard. She turned her head, looking directly into the camera feed as if she could see right through the titanium door an inch from Ethan’s face. She smiled—a cold, terrifyingly familiar expression. Ethan’s grip on the kinetic rifle faltered. The billionaire king, the man who anticipated every move, the man who bent the reality of the world to his will, took a staggering step backward. "Mother?" Ethan whispered. Cassandra Vale, the architect of the Entity, the woman who had burned in a tragic car accident ten years ago, smiled into the camera.

And then, she saw Cassandra. Cassandra Reyes stood near the entrance, a vision in a sleek, black gown that clung to her every curve, her dark hair pulled back in a sophisticated updo. She was surrounded by a small group of executives, her laughter ringing out, confident and melodic. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, and for a fleeting moment, they landed on Isabelle. A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise, then a narrowing of her gaze, a subtle tightening of her smile. The silent challenge was clear.

Mostly because, it was the most beautiful piece of luck l'd ever gotten. He thought he could tame me. Me, Cassandra Gray, twenty-two years old and built with a backbone of pure, unadulterated lust. My sins were public knowledge, thanks to the internet's never-ending hunger for a rich man's scandal. Getting caught kissing Sophia Delacroix's daughter at the Wellington gala? Front page news. The video of me on my knees for that bassist in the club's grimy bathroom? A viral sensation.

​The metallic tang of fresh blood choked the air around the sacred altar, yet not a single priest dared to draw near. In the center of the hall, Elenor, the wielder of the greatest holy power, stared blankly at her chest. It had just been riddled with stabs from a silver dagger. Only five minutes ago, her heart had been torn apart, but now, it beat once more. ​The sickening sound of knitting flesh and mending bone echoed through the silent hall. The gaping wound closed slowly until her skin was smooth again, leaving behind only a white gown drenched in thick, crimson fluid.

AUTHOR'S POV At the Ridgewood Pack [Screaming] [Moaning] [More Moaning] Cassandra Maximoff, Calista's elder sister, was letting out some high-pitched moans at the Alpha’s Chambers. She was romped up in a steamy session with her dear lover, Zora. Cassandra was doing her thing on the top of Zora’s stiff rod; she was riding him with all her strength, but she unintentionally fell on Zora’s broad chest, after he released his seeds inside of her.