Cassandra Virgin River Novels & Stories

I swing my legs over the edge feet hitting the cool floor. And that is when I see it, a faint stain on the sheets, dark against the white. Not much, but unmistakable. Blood. Not from the bites, those were controlled, healed. This is different. Evidence of her virtue, spilled in our first joining. A confirmation of my suspicion. She was truly a virgin.

Immediately, I saw raw confusion and helplessness on Alaric's face. His usually cold composure cracked for the first time like a man who'd just lost his footing. But I was done and running out of patience for his games. "Alaric, do you know that once the Moon Goddess' mate bond is severed, it can never be restored? I don't need your late attempts to make up when the damage is done. Some wounds can never heal." For some reason, I was reminded of the bouquet of Easter lilies Alaric had gotten Serene for her birthday. They'd been apart for years, yet he could clearly remember all her preferences.

“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 wait until she is away from the door and quietly move behind her. "I told you to leave" I say, clearly scaring her as she jumps at the sudden noise. she stares wide eyed as my vampire side has come out fully. " why didn't you leave?" I ask her getting angry that she's so damn stubborn. I step toward her "what is your name?" I ask her "T, Tansia" she stutters as I keep getting closer, her name is amazing, everything about her is so breathtaking, so much so that when I step right up to her I can't control the primal urges anymore.

Fuck it I’ll print the fact I'm mated to a murderer on banners and hang them from the clifftops if it means getting to embrace this force of nature as my own. “You’re going to find out…if you're game,” taking my first step into the water. Still fully clothed, my boots splashed just as Cassandra vanished. She’s underwater. The chase is on. She erupts out of the waves about twenty meters away, she must have ridden a current. Splashing through the waves I finally see her hips, all the dips and curves of her thighs, waist and chest and feel my inner wolf brimming with pride and possession. I want her.

It wasn't just because Caden opened his arms the instant the woman rushed toward him, catching her steadily and lowering his head to press a tender kiss to her hair with such tenderness. But rather, it was because the woman he held so preciously in his embrace was none other than Cassandra Calloway—Victoria's so-called older sister, the person she despised most in this world, and the one she never wanted anything to do with. Years ago, not even six months after Victoria's mother, Eunice Monroe, died in a car crash, her father, Hugh Calloway, had brought another woman home. That woman, Marjorie Cole, came with a daughter three years older than Victoria, and she was Cassandra.

“Innocence dressed in borrowed silk.” Heat flamed in my cheeks. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Her finger lifted my chin. “You blush like a virgin.” My breath caught. “She is a virgin,” Cassandra said smoothly from behind me. The room went utterly still. Six pairs of eyes widened, then narrowed, hunger flashing in them like a pack of predators scenting prey. “She won’t be for long,” another woman murmured from the couch, her voice lilting with amusement. Laughter rippled through the room, sultry and dangerous. My knees nearly buckled.

(Valerian) THE moment I opened the door, Cassandra’s scent instantly assaulted my senses which just made me yearn for her more. I wouldn’t have been here if not for Lauren, her assistant who called Nick and was asking for her door passcode. Cassandra forgot to give it to her and she also forgot an important flash drive in her room and asked Lauren to pick it up for her. Lauren was scheduled to follow her boss in a week. And since I would be arriving in Manila earlier than Lauren, I volunteered to bring the flash drive to Cassandra personally.

AUTHOR'S POV At the Ridgewood Pack [Screaming] [Moaning] [More Moaning] Cassandra Maximoff, Calista's elder sister, was letting out some high-pitched moans at the Alpha’s Chambers. She was romped up in a steamy session with her dear lover, Zora. Cassandra was doing her thing on the top of Zora’s stiff rod; she was riding him with all her strength, but she unintentionally fell on Zora’s broad chest, after he released his seeds inside of her.

“But love without possession is nothing. He chose her, Grace, and in doing so, he chose against you. That wound will never close until you own what was denied to you. Think of this not as cruelty, but as correction.” Catherine’s throat worked, but she said nothing. Vivienne let her hand drop. Her gaze returned to the window, where the estate’s gardens lay in shadow. “Tomorrow we flush them again. The men have already boxed in the street near that wretched motel but I want more than bullets and car chases. Fear is a better weapon.” She reached for the desk and clicked on a small recorder. From it came the faintest sound: a baby’s cry, recorded earlier, tinny but real enough to twist the gut.