Cassandra Savage Novels & Stories

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Chibana Sara is an extremely pretty girl with long blonde hair and an hourglass physique. She had bright brown eyes and small plump lips. She and I had flings when we were sophomores but stopped when I asked Aera out. I wanted to be a true boyfriend to her. Sara got mad and tried many times to ruin our relationship but we remained strong. In the end, she gave up but when Aera’s video spread like wildfire, Sara was one of the people who made life hell for her.

"Just tell me the truth. That's all I want. Just admit it, admit that you're Isis." "I'm not Isis, whoever she is!" She refuted sharply, backing away from me now, her eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape route. "I'm Cassandra. Cassandra Craven. I'm twenty-six years old. I was born in Ohio, specifically Cincinnati. I've worked as an executive assistant for five years. None of that has anything to do with whoever this Isis person is." "Stop it." My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking. "Stop pretending you don't know me. Stop acting like we're strangers."

She sat down on the sofa. It didn’t take long for someone to show up. “You got a hell of a lot of nerve coming here,” Cassandra said as she walked in. “I thought I told you to not even think about coming here again.” She was irritated but not as irate as she was when she had first learned of Caitlin’s love affair with her brother. Cassandra wore red leather pants that clung to her hips and legs and a red long-sleeve half turtle neck with black and fuchsia slanted lines all over it.

Originally Sarah was trying not to sound desperate, but now that she knew Christopher and Elise knew Cassandra she let the dam break and was showering her with thanks and praise. Next up the moment Sarah released her hand Vanessa almost bull dozed her out of the way and began shaking her hand. " I'm not going to be raped by an army!" She almost yelled in Cassandra's face looking like a mad woman with tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "Umm ooookay! By the way please everyone feel free to just call me Cassandra, I've never been fond of titles." "Well then Cassandra, thank you. While I don't believe I was in any danger of being raped I do like my head to remain on it's shoulders ."

she paused, her voice turning sharp, “Savannah.” Vanessa instantly sat up on her couch. “Wait—Savannah? As in *that* Savannah? She’s coming?” “Yes,” Cassandra said, her tone bitter now. “The same Savannah that everyone thought was gone forever. The one that ruined everything for me. She’s still walking around acting innocent, as if she didn’t destroy my peace.” Vanessa sighed softly. “Cass, calm down. Don’t let her presence get under your skin. You’re Nathaniel’s wife now. Be proud of that.”

“Did you think you were helping?! She obviously didn’t know I work here with you! Did you deceive this poor woman after all she’s been through?” Alessandra’s jaw dropped. How does he know what I’ve been through? Elias licked his lips and stammered, “I’m sorry. I…” “SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT,” Daniel growled. “GO!” Alessandra felt the world around her spin as she recognized his voice. The animalistic snarl. The urgent order. The fury that drove it. He was the man…the animal…who’d saved her. She stared, dumbstruck.

I quickly reach for the bed table and grab the sterile scissors there, missing the shocked look my mate sent me across the room as Samuel pulled her inside the wars closet. Just as he was about to shut the door and lock them both inside, the door burst open and Cassandra is standing there. In her hands, she's holding one of the heads of the many soldiers she had killed. I thought she wouldn't have been able to surprise me further with her sudden appearance and admirabke qualities of being able to fight through a crowd of well armed guards when she raised the head and took a large bite out of it before she tossed it a day, chewing with blood running down the sides of her lips.

============================ After a few minutes. Cassandra took a deep breath before she stepped out from the fitting room. When she came out, Sarah and Kyla immediately focused their eyes on her. She's now wearing a beautiful butterfly-inspired dress. The skirt is just above her knee level. She was also wearing a nude wedge on her feet to make her legs longer. "So, what do you think, girls? Is this okay? Or do I need to try more clothes?" Cassandra asked her best friends. "I think that is perfect. Not too formal, not to casual." Kyla nodded.

“Why in the world are you having the security guard drag Ms. Savage away?” The girl behind the lecturn sticks to her guns–like a complete idiot. “She said her name was Ace Average,” she says with great insistence that she doesn’t have a hearing–or understanding–problem. “I most certainly did not!” I pull with all my might against the security guard’s grip and manage to get my arm free. “I am A. Savage, owner of Savage Enterprises, and I have never been so humiliated in my life!” That’s true–A. Savage has never been this humiliated before. Anna Young? Well, this doesn’t even come close to the most humiliated she’s ever been–and by the very woman I’m now relying on to help me.