Cassandra Virgin River Novels & Stories

Cassandra’s voice cracked, trembling on the edge of tears. “But I’m dealing with it,” I said quickly. “I won’t let Vania get away with it again.” Cassandra shook her head violently. “I don’t trust you, Alaric.” The words were soft but devastating. “You know as well as I do—if you push Vania, Iris will always be the target of her rage. Or Lyra’s.” “That’s not—” “Shut up.” She cut me off sharply, eyes flashing red with fury. “Listen to me.” Her voice trembled, but not from fear—from pure, boiling anger.

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.

Ragnar said, continuing the conversation. “You also have to take into consideration the other factors as well. She can be your maid, an errand runner, or even your personal assistant. Most of all, she’s a virgin, so that’s a plus,” Derick said and my eyes narrowed in furry. He was implying Ragnar could use me as a sex reliver. Cassandra stifled a laugh before speaking in a low tone to herself, but I still heard. “It’s not like anyone wants her anyway.” Derick cleared his throat, and Cassandra composed herself again.

he warned. Enraged, I initiated partial transformation as well and extricated my neck from his grip. "If you don't tell me why you picked this slut instead of Jenna, you are going to end up with more than just a black eye!" I growled, teeth clenched. "Don't you dare call her a slut again," "She's a slut. She's spread her legs for so many males in this pack, and you're going to be just one of them." "Don't slander me, sister-in-law. I'm still a virgin," Cassandra chimed in from where she stood.

MARCO I stood by the window, a cigarette burning between my fingers as I watched—HER. Cassandra moved in the water like she knew I was watching. Thick tanned thighs simmering, while her breasts bobbed out of the thin fabric, and the color? Fuck. Red was her perfect color. She seems to have added weight in the right places lately. She rose from the water, diving back slowly, and I just couldn’t erase that image forming—her bent over at the edge, on her knees, gripping tightly while I fucked her silly.

It’s not every day that a devil marries a saint. I didn't answer right away. My gaze lingered on the flame in the fireplace. She wobbled up like my thoughts. I should have laughing. I should have swung one of my murderous aftershocks to him. But I couldn't do it. -She was not a virgin, I said, coldly. Luca straightened up slowly, her smile vanished as quickly as a mirage. - What ? - You heard me of course. She was not a virgin. A heavy silence settled. Luca stared at me, frowning.

he asked, lieing down on her. _No… This is my first time… _Then I’ll be gentle with you. Lisa loved feeling the stranger’s hot, powerful body against hers. It was so pleasant, and so forbidden… For a moment, she wondered what her mother and friends would think if they saw her offering her body to a stranger, and that thought excited her even more… She spread her legs to offer him her little pussy… She then felt his large, powerful sex rub against her moist, virgin slit. Then he slowly entered her, his erect penis parting the wet walls of her soft sheath…

Isabelle sat in the plush leather chair in Damian’s office, a silent observer in a world she wasn't built for. The city skyline, once a stunning backdrop, now felt like a cage. She watched the news anchors on a muted television screen in the corner, their expressions solemn, their voices a muffled buzz as they discussed the Villareal scandal. The headlines were a relentless assault: Villareal's New Flame? Society's New Sweetheart or a Gold Digger? , The Woman Who Replaced Cassandra. Every word was a knife twist, every speculative comment a blow.

Casey looks at me with confusion until realizatiuon crosses over her face and her eyes go wide with shock. "You are a virgin?" Casey almost yells and I shuch her again. " Fuck Casey can you stop being so loud for fucks sake. Yes i am a virgin if you must know." i whisper to her and she just stares at me and asks "Why?" "What do you mean? Why? Because i haven't had sex yet that's why. Jeez i thought you were smart that you would know what being a virgin is means." i mutteres and she throws me a glare saying "I know that Cass I meant why haven't you lost it yet?" i look her into her eyes and she's genuinely curious about it but i feel uncomfortable with the topic so i reply with a " Can we jus

"Hey, I just want to ensure nothing goes underneath my radar. You're my friend, and I need to know if you're dating someone. Hoe-code that I don't flirt with them you know?" I sigh in defeat. "I appreciate it, but just trust me when I say that I'm not into Nathan at all." "If you say so." I keep dancing with Winnie, drink more alcohol, and find out she is a virgin like me. We bond over tequila while I pretend this isn't my first time getting smashed. The world is spinning, but I can still stand when Winnie partners us up for a chicken fight tournament in the pool. Or at least try to...