Cassandra Savage Novels & Stories

How could she let him touch her as if there were no buried wounds? Cassandra lowered her head, her right hand gripping the edge of the sink tightly, trying to channel her anger. She tried to take a deep breath, but the suppressed rage only tightened her chest. Inside, she kept cursing Antonio and herself. Her thoughts spiraled back to a past that should never have been—a tragic moment that had taken her family and left scars that never healed.

"This isn't the Diamondbacks, Raven. These are international criminals with resources we can't even imagine. I won't risk you getting caught in the crossfire." "You're not risking me," she said, finally meeting his gaze. "I'm volunteering. And before you start with the protective male bullshit, think about this strategically. Vargas is expecting Jax Savage, club president and dangerous criminal. He's not expecting his girlfriend to be anything more than decoration." "Absolutely not."

The company had the best resources and the best people, including PR general manager, Claire Eastly. Claire was a top-notch scorer in both PR and crisis management. There was once an ill-mannered celebrity who was renowned for her discourtesy and always bragged about her money. While she was a household name for her arrogance within the circle, Claire managed to spin up her celebrity image as ‘The Savage Queen’, garnering favor amongst the public.

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

Every time he flashed the mitts, she hit them, and it became apparent he could only land blows because she couldn’t block for shit or had gotten too close to move away. “How is this possible? She came in here for self-defense classes, but she can actually fight?” Van muttered as he stood next to Cade and me. I shrugged, and Cade barked out a laugh. “Y’all seriously have no idea who she is?” he questioned. “A fucking alien, apparently.”

The perfume on her body could've knocked out a horse. “Are you done?” I asked flatly. “Excuse me?” Her brows shot up. “Oh, I just thought you might want to wrap up your performance before someone throws up.” She blinked, speechless for a second, but I kept going. “I get it, Chloe. You came all the way here dressed like a discount soap opera villain, hoping to stir some drama. But here’s the thing, Caelum doesn’t do fakes.” “Next time you try to seduce a man, go over your lines again. And for the love of everything holy, shower first. You smell like desperation and bad choices.”

In three weeks she hadn’t forgotten a single complaint she had against him. Her attention was drawn from the man to the young woman at her side. Cassandra Sinclair, daughter of a tribunal member, Dash Sinclair. At eighteen, Cassandra was slender, with long black hair and light, almost pale blue eyes. She had the genetic perfection of features that all Breeds had, though she was what they called a hybrid, a child born of Breed sperm that had fertilized a human egg that hadn’t been changed by the genetics needed to create the Breeds. Her mother had then been artificially inseminated and carried Cassandra to term.

Just a plain brick wall, a single camera, and a woman on the edge of truth. I looked into the lens and breathed. “You don’t know me,” I began, my voice even. “You know what they’ve said about me. You’ve seen headlines, doctored videos, anonymous files… but not the full story.” Behind the camera, Margaret’s hand tightened around her tablet. The playback light blinked red. We were live. “My name is Cassandra Jones. I did not steal, betray, or manipulate my way into power, but I did survive the people who did, and now I’m going to show you everything.”

Savannah laughed loudly… "Daniel Black, Neha Wade, Lucas Walker…. I, Savannah George, will destroy you even if I need to die for that.

I am so happy, they forgot about me but, my little bubble was broken when one of the girls said, "Hey aren’t we missing out on the intro of the new I*******m savage!" I am sure my cheeks were flushed red. I stand up slowly and say "Hello guys, nice to meet you! Yeah, I am new, please do not call me the i***a savage, I was just showing her place. I am Savannah Jones. I am from San Diego. We just moved in yesterday. So yeah, that’s me. Thank you for listening." I look around and find that the teacher is still staring at that Ethan Chase, plus who keeps a name like that, too cliché.