Cassandra Virgin River Novels & Stories

"Y-yes. Of course." Cassandra rolls her big green doe eyes at me, her brown lashes fluttering. "Oh, I know you are a liar. You still look like a virgin. A girl who loses his virginity and by Dances with wolves can't walk like that, But what I want to know is…" she stopped for a minute! "How you stayed virgin for all this time!" Athenodora interjects.

“Whose is it? Is that… yours? It's not… It can't be. I mean, you are like the virgin Mary of our century…?” “It's mine…” Cassandra's voice was barely above a whisper and the redhead let out a scoff of disbelief. “Oh my! I feel so betrayed right now… I am supposed to be your best friend but you lost your v-card and didn't tell me? And you even got pregnant. Wait… when did this even happen?” Cassandra drew a sharp breath, biting her lower lip. “Nikki, it just kind of happened, okay? It umm, happened a month ago, that night when…”

"That Savannah girl is gonna fall in love with me. I’m gonna make that perfect little princess fall for me and show her place." The world tilted. Savannah’s blood ran cold. She couldn’t breathe. The voices in the video continued, the taunts, the laughter, the careless words that cut deeper than any blade. **"Haha—she definitely must be a virgin. She’s Mary."** Everything around her blurred. The Cassian in the video was smirking, laughing, cocky. The Cassian who had just kissed her, who had just told her this was real—was he even the same person?

“...expensive.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s it?” His lips twitched. “You want compliments or credibility?” She stared at him. Then slowly, a smile broke through. “Both.” He extended his arm. “Ready?” “Not even a little.” The entrance to The Viridian was chaos. Paparazzi clustered around the black car like sharks in designer sunglasses. Flashes exploded from every angle. Eden’s heart hammered. Cassian leaned in as the driver slowed. “Once the door opens, we’re a couple. You love me. You trust me. And you’re proud to be mine. Understand?”

“I am an alpha, Iris. I always have been. I will be fine. I just need a little fuel to get the fire going again.” She shook her head and moved closer, her boots clicking on the stone floor. “Cassandra has been found. She escaped Damoen’s dungeon last night and reached the Shadow Clan. She gave birth to a boy this morning, but sadly she passed away minutes later. The labor took her.” The news hit me square in the gut. I froze with my hand still wrapped around the glass. Cassandra Voss. That wild, dangerous woman that made me hate Anya for two solid years. It was all her fault that I messed things up with Anya, it was her fault that I cheated on Anya for years. She was trouble, yes, but she wa

Serene tried to yank free before shouting hysterically, "So what if I was? She's nothing! "We grew up together and were meant to be the perfect couple until she appeared out of nowhere and stole you! She's just a lowly Omega, and how could you feel sad because of her! Why can't I slap her? "She's just a bitch—" The crack of Alaric's slap rang out as he could no longer hold back from cutting her off mid-sentence. In an instant, dead silence fell over the cafe.

But Cassandra won them all over, and soon she was part of the family like she always was meant to be. Cassandra Rose was truly an amazing woman. I have no idea how I scored such a gorgeous thing, but yet I was a lucky bastard. She had light brown skin, being African-American, and beautiful hazel eyes which always creased so cutely whenever she smiled. And that smile of hers... When she smiled it always reached her eyes, and her whole face lit up like a beacon in a dark tunnel. Though, I was in no dark tunnel. I was dating this woman, so I was on cloud nine!

Maya The moment Cassandra said the words romantic weekend getaway, I knew somebody was going to suffer, and judging by the smug satisfaction on her face inside the production office the next morning, that somebody was probably me. “You’re sending us where?” I asked slowly, convinced I had misheard her. “A private winter cabin owned by the Thorne family,” Cassandra replied without looking up from her tablet, her perfectly manicured fingers scrolling through engagement analytics like human emotions could be measured in percentages. “The audience wants intimacy now. Conflict performed well, but vulnerability performs better.”

“Randall and Hudson monitor the cameras. Can River pull this off without getting caught? Especially with Randall watching everyone’s movement.” Alex exhaled heavily. “I hate to say it, but she’ll have to work her magic on Hudson. Doe eyes, innocent smiles. That’s our best shot. If that fails… there’s one other person.” “Who? Randall?” Roman and I asked at the same time. “Stepmom,” Alex said, the word laced with sarcasm. “Cassandra. She returned from her vacation last night.” The name landed like a stone in still water. Tension crackled through the line. Cassandra—beautiful, young, calculating, trapped in her own web of resentment. Roman's ex-girlfriend.

“I am your mother Cassandra and you will treat me as one. .. “ Mrs William demanded but Cassandra only laughed. It was like she was watching a comedy show “no no no, you're nothing but a baby incubator used in carrying me. My mother has been and will always be Mrs Laura Williams." Cassandra announced. She was not happy and the words of Mrs Williams were making her furious. “How can she be your mother? I should have killed her like I killed your father”