Cassandra Ulysses Novels & Stories

Cassandra's POV: Upon awakening, I immediately sensed an absence in the bed beside me. Jasper was nowhere to be found, prompting an involuntary pout. As I lay there, my mind drifted to the events of the previous night, during which Jasper had been incredibly supportive of my choices and even sought my assistance with his work, as his mother had done for his father. This memory brought a smile to my face, but it was short-lived as I remembered that Jasper and Julie had spent the weekend in the same bed where I now lay. My mood soured, and I recalled the words of Kenny, which reminded me that I had no right to feel upset about the situation. Had I spoken up or been in a relationship with Jaspe

Rythan said smoothly, stepping forward, "this is Cassandra. Our university friend. Today's her birthday." "Happy birthday," I said, smiling back with equal pleasantness. "Thank you darling," she said, in a tone that made ‘darling’ sound like something slightly less complimentary. Rythan turned to her. "Cassy…Celine is the Blackthorne triplets' mate." Everything in Cassandra went very still. Like she didn't click for a whole three seconds. Then she turned back to me with that smile perfectly reconstructed. "Oh. You're their mate." Her eyes moved over me, slowly, deliberately, from the red dress to the crystal heels and back up. "How...interesting."

Samuel We’re trying our best to restrain ourselves from acting on our instinticts and claiming her right here but she’s not helping any of us with that look upon her eyes. They were on fire but there was something else dancing on those gorgeous hazel eyes. Innocence. And that was driving us mad. Pandora

If it came down to choosing between saving Elena… or destroying the bond to starve the curse— Would I do it? Would I survive it? A twig snapped behind me. I spun, claws half-formed, but the figure who emerged from the mist wasn’t an enemy. It was Cassian. One of the last Blackmoors. My cousin. I hadn’t seen him since the night everything burned. “You really bonded with her,” he said, stepping into the pale moonlight. His eyes glinted like wet stone—flat and unreadable. I didn’t lower my guard. “How did you get past the wards?”

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

So, she took her jacket and headed out. "Where are you going?!" Ella asked. The only reply she got was the sound of Clara's car zooming out of the compound. Philip took his seat in his studio and held his pencil while looking at the unfinished sketch. He had been so stressed out and mentally strained such that no inspiration could flow through his brain. "Master, a lady is here to see you." His assistant said. "Did she say her name?" "Clara Hamilton." "Tell her to come in."

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Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Cassandra prioritized human life above everything else. She closed her car's door, walking to Selena who was leaning against the hood of her Bugatti Chiron, “I suppose you don’t have a light?” Selena shook her head, her eyes stuck on the ring adorning her finger, “I don’t smoke, Ms. Kir.”

Cassandra wasn't looking any shocked on seeing Empusa in her room but rather thrilled with a smirk that was supposedly tiring her heart. "You couldn't sleep?" Inquires Cassandra from Empusa who is slowly walking to were she sat. "No. I couldn't. How would I when all I kept thinking about is you." Says Empusa drawn onto the bed. "Ever since Ulises announced his return. All I thought of was how he would be touching you." Mentions Cassandra delicately. "Shhh. I won't let him touch me. He disgusts me."snaps Empusa with her finger on Cassandra's lips.