Cassandra Ulysses Novels & Stories

I retorted. "No. Her source of power is now void, and that means she is powerless, at least for now. She had a certain warrior, named Ubuntu; he was Cassandra's war machine who possessed infinite dark powers, but Ubuntu and his shady warriors, have all been disenfranchised by a more powerful being…" I listened intently as Rema relayed the events that had just transpired in Cassandra's chambers. I could barely contain my glee when I heard that Cassandra's warriors were now powerless.

She could feel it pulse every time she swallowed. When the elevator doors opened into the penthouse, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and cold espresso. Damian and Desmond were standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, two silhouettes of power against the shimmering heat of the city skyline. Cassandra was sprawled on the velvet sofa, surrounded by glossy invitation proofs. “You took your time,” Cassandra said, not looking up from her phone. “The list is on the sideboard. Start with the ‘S’ category.”

She probed further. “She slapped me.” “Oh how I wish to see her slapping your heads off your shoulder. Tssk. You are too brazen for my sissy.” She truly declared. Elysian’s face morphed hideously. “You’re supposed to at my side!” after he said that, he carelessly throw pillows at her direction not caring if it knocked her or not. Being known as the unruly one, she didn’t shy away from hurling pillows back. They were on the middle of hurling all of the pillows inside her quarters at Ely when they heard a click and the creaking sound of the door. Both blanching, they hastily swept their gazes at the mess inside and with horror, saw velvety silk pushing its way inside the room.

“Yes, ma’am.” Celeste’s mouth twitched. “We don’t do ‘ma’am’ much here unless someone is in trouble.” Cassandra blinked, then looked briefly mortified. “Sorry.” Celeste’s expression softened by a fraction. “You’re fine.” Riley could already tell the girl was trying very hard not to freeze under the pressure of standing in front of Celeste, Seras, Lucian, and half the crew at once. Celeste turned to the others. “This is Cassandra. She’s from Norway. She came here to learn to control an ability tied to cold affinity.”

“I don’t like them either especially after what she did to you.” I chuckle at the way her lips curled into a snarl. “Nothing I’m not used to.” Lila focuses on me, eyes sullen. “You shouldn’t be used to that. They are evil people.” She frowned. “Are you talking about us?” Cassandra’s annoyingly high-pitched echoed throughout the space. Cassandra wore a hot-pink latex mini dress, brushing wavy curls over her shoulder. She was going for barbie and instead looked like a highlighter. Meeting her overly zealous stare, taking a sip of my coffee.

Cassandra looked at what she herself was wearing and was glad she had worn a body suit too with a gun strap around her waist. The sound of someone approaching made Nuella turn and saw that Cassandra was finally here. “Good you made it” Nuella said to her “Well, we have to finish this once and for all” Cassandra replied A few meters away in an underground base, inside was Romulo, Israel and Matthew with other men. They were watching cassandra and Nuella through a monitor. They had cameras around the woods and even at the express which was how they knew that cassandra had arrived. They had men stationed around where Nuella was with cassandra.

Cassandra, a beautiful woman with long brown hair and black eyes wearing a red dress stood in the front of the Olive mansion. Her heart fluttering with anticipation to see her dear friend as she knocked on the door. It had been months since they last met, and the weight of their separation had only grown heavier with time. Elaine had always been a pillar of strength and unwavering optimism, but Cassandra couldn't shake off a nagging feeling that something was amiss. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Elaine's tired but still radiant face. A flicker of surprise crossed her features before giving way to an exuberant smile. "Cassandra! I've missed you so much," she exclaimed, pulling

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

“A file named for me. It wasn’t surveillance, it was a continuation plan. A legacy.” Anton sighed, then walked over and placed a USB drive onto the table. “We decrypted it… most of it. We weren’t going to tell you until things calmed down. But it’s time.” He plugged it into the secure system. The screen lit up with folders. Most of them were tagged with Greek myth code names - Persephone, Eris, Nemesis, but the central file blinked in red: CASSANDRA. Inside were subfolders. One marked Control Protocol Beta.

Cassandra beat Grandma Adella to preparing breakfast that morning. She enjoyed the older woman’s meals but wanted to prepare something for Eros. She had never made a meal for him before. Also, she wanted it as a bribe to see her father. She was whisking the eggs when Eros came bounding into the kitchen. He was shirtless, and the sight of his biceps distracted Cassandra a little. He had been flaunting his chest lately, and Cassandra didn’t understand why. Was he trying to seduce her, or was he trying to remind her of how much sex appeal he has?