Cassandra Savage Novels & Stories

Cassandra Nash sashayed into the office and dropped her bag on the table then crossed her arms. “Took you years to get here.” She grumbled. “I’m here now, aren’t I? What do you want?”. He rumbled. “I want Cesari Sandoval dead. No, make that his entire family." She corrected. “Why?”. He asked. “He broke my niece’s heart and his wife…" She clenched her hands into tight fists. "I want all of them dead.” “It’s gonna cost you.” He drawled. “Name any price and it’s yours." Cassie said.

"What do you mean Cassie? Huh? Is this a joke to you? Cassie who?" Savannah's lips trembled as she tried to speak. She was terrified of Trent, but she knew she had to answer him. "C-Cassie," she stuttered, "it was Cassie, your Cassie...Cassidy Murphy."

Arnold bowed, he said his goodbye to Sandra before leaving. Meanwhile Cassandra had just returned home, she took off her blood stained clothes before going into the bathroom, she walked to the shower and turned it on, letting the cold water fall directly on her, she let out a sigh of satisfaction, things are just going well for her, she didn't know what goodness she did in her past life to deserve all the good things she's getting now. She couldn't contain her excitement and she screamed with joy. "Scarlett will be dead soon, Scarlett will be dead soon." She sang.

her eyes swept over Hazel again, “… clothes like that.” Every word was like an icy needle piercing Hazel’s skin. “I… I have to go,” Hazel finally murmured, turning to head back to the room, to safety. “Wait.” The command came with the same tone as Diego’s—authoritative, with the full expectation of being obeyed. Hazel froze. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” the woman said, her tone slightly softer now, but even more dangerous. “I am Cassandra Vanguard. Diego’s fiancée.”

Chapter Nine: The Damon Savage Legacy The Damon Savage Hotel and Suites glowed like a monument carved from wealth and history. Crystal chandeliers spilled warm light over marble floors polished to mirror shine, reflecting generations of power and prestige. The five-star hotel stood as Damon Savage’s greatest legacy, a testament to ambition built from nothing and expanded into everything. For three full days, the hotel had been closed to the public, reserved entirely for one woman. Courtney Savage’s fortieth birthday.

"I've been there for three times already. It's nothing special." "Now now, don't kill my excitement. It's gold! Everyone loves gold!" Cassandra argues while turning around to face Ravine on command. "I don't. I love silver and diamonds." Saying, Ravine winks at Cassandra who teases her with a "Eyy~". After fifteen minutes, Ravine taps Cassandra's shoulder to open her eyes. Cassandra turns around to view herself and have another heart attack for the day. "How the fuck is every girl I know talented in doing bomb-ass makeup except for me...?" Ravine laughs at her words, dusting the extra product of her brush away before placing it back.

She was dumbstruck and if that wasn't enough, holding a piece of chocolate fudge cake in a plate did the deed for her. Vanessa's words flashed through her mind and she slammed the door shut right at his face. Palming her mouth she rested her back against the door, forcing herself to breathe because she had stopped breathing upon witnessing such brutal beauty. Ava inhaled deeply, pressing her palm to her chest. The wild lub dub of her heart left her baffled. But it wasn't her fault to react like this. First, it was surprising as f*ck. Who could imagine such a scenario in their life? A half-naked Greek God showed up at their door with some cake. Wait. She didn't notice what he was wearing belo

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

Cas tells us as we watch all the recon, she has on the big screen Raven has hooked up to her laptop. Cassandra Nickles is an ex-military/assassin who was married to Carlo for years. Now she's a highest bidder gets her services type of person who has done a job or to for us, and like Marquez, Carlo and a few others, she was a good friend to our family and our mother. "Where's Roman" Cas asks and all 1 do is point upstairs.

The door to their room wasn't locked, but Larry was so angry he wanted to kick it down. He turned the doorknob violently and saw Lydia sitting in a chair by the window, sobbing. He showed no compassion or regret and only looked at her, rolling his eyes and shaking his shoulders, as if he didn't care. "Is it good now? Are you done with your acting now? What kind of play was that? Cinderella? You wanted to play the damsel in distress like in those movies, right?", Larry asked.