Cassandra Ulysses Novels & Stories

fight her rain cover got opened. She stood with her open face in her normal casual dress. As the fight was going forward she got her gun tucked behind her jeans. She fired two bullets one after another at one man's head. The man fell on the ground and the second man started running. She fired the first bullet on the second man's leg and he fell down after moving for a few meters. Dragging his body she dumped both of the bodies inside the car. The second man was still breathing. She kept them inside the car and opened the oil line. Walking a few meters away she lit her lighter and threw it on the car. The scream under the rain turned into a horrific growl. The car was burning with two humans

Chapter 17 Hannah's POV The bass was thumping through the floorboards of Sarah’s Salcedo condo long before I even stepped off the elevator. When the doors opened, the hallway smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a Friday night well spent. ​Inside, the transformation was complete. The "12th Floor Survivors" had officially shed their corporate skins. Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around.

Lorenzo's POV St. Mary's Asylum, VIP ward. A sanctuary for the rich. The place the Vitale family stashed Cassandra. Luxurious rooms, expensive medical equipment—this wasn't an asylum, it was a resort. But tonight, it was going to be a slaughterhouse. I kicked open the door to room 318. Cassandra was lying in bed, scrolling on the latest phone, probably directing her trolls to smear Isabella's name online. A smug smile was on her face.

“Sentiment is timeless.” I stared at the glowing numbers climbing past twenty. “You planned this, didn’t you? From the start.” Cassandra turned toward me, lips curving. “I planned survival. The difference is, I’m good at it.” Her apartment smelled like roses and expensive wine. Everything gleamed—polished marble, gold fixtures, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city lights below. She handed me a glass I didn’t want. “To us,” she said. I didn’t lift it. “There is no us, Cass.”

That same Rowan was in love with my sister? How on earth was that possible? Did they ever meet? Oh Goddess, was he the one in her entries? "What's that Elfs power?" Elias questioned, silently daring Cassandra to lie or avoid the question. "I... uh.." Cassandra clearedher throat, "playing with emotions and creating illusions." Oh well..... I glanced at Elias, noticing the ghost smile on his lips. He's found his scape goat.

Noah’s voice exploded in their comms— “ETHAN WE CAN’T STOP THIS! SHE’S USING EVERY NETWORK NODE—POWER GRID, SATELLITES, BANK SYSTEMS—EVERYTHING!” A God Without a Body Cassandra smiled. Even as her body began to fail. “To be truly infinite…” she whispered, “…one must become everywhere.” Her eyes locked onto Ethan one last time. “You wanted to hunt me, Ethan?” A pause. Then— A soft, terrifying smile. “Try hunting a world.” The Body Falls Her body collapsed. Lifeless. Empty. Just flesh. Just a shell. Mara stared in horror. “No…” But the voice— Didn’t disappear.

When he started to touch her in such a way, how would Cassandra ever be able to say no? THE END

Have a great November, everyone! xoxo, Cassandra M

"Come in," Marty said upon hearing an urgent knock on the door. "Sir Marty, there is a rumor about Madam Cassandra over the internet." Luke, Marty's assistant nervously informed him. Marty, who is busy reading a document cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows. Luke handed the iPad to Marty. The news is about Cassandra having a new lover. According to the news, Cassandra's father passed away and her new lover accompanied her to the southern city. The story is supplemented by several photos of Cassandra and her new lover, whom Marty instantly recognized as Graham.

The city streets were abnormally silent that evening, the sort of stillness that sent the hackles rising. Alexander, Isabella, and their partner Lucas, a seasoned mole within Cassandra's empire moved purposively quietly through the alleys, steering clear of CCTV and roving guards. "This way," Lucas gasped, taking them to a utilitarian-style building on the perimeter. "Cassandra's personal files are stored here. I used to have access… she doesn't trust anyone any longer, but some of the residual security is still online."