Cassandra Wolfe Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about?" ​"His mother," Selene said, her voice dropping into a quiet, manipulative cadence. "Cassandra Volkov. She was an extraordinary woman…really, but she didn't come from our world. She was an outsider, much like you. Beautiful, soft, full of dreams. Mr Volkov thought he could keep her contained. But the pressure of the secrets, the blood, and the constant threats eventually broke her. She passed away when Kieran was just a boy."

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.”

"You can choose. Come with me now. Or wait here and hope Mr Gerald doesn’t find you first." She looked at the empty road behind her, then back at the stranger. Finally, with stiff limbs, she opened her door and stepped out. The interior of the black car was warm, too warm after the chill outside. She barely noticed the luxury,leather seats, soft lighting, the subtle scent of something expensive. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The man started the engine. "Name’s Cain. I drive for Mr. Wolfe." "You always track runaways in the middle of a storm?"

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.

I raised the document when something fell out of it. My eyes narrowed at the object on the floor. I reached for it, my blood running cold at what I saw. It was an identification card. Wolfe Holdings Cassandra Hart Executive Affairs Department Employee Since: 2000 My eyes looked lower and I froze completely. Under supervisor: Ethan Wolfe I breathed heavily, clutching the card in my hand and staring at the photo on the identification card. It was her. It looked exactly like me. But it was her. My mother.

I walked over, pulled the rubber block from her mouth, and pointed my phone's camera at her twisted face. "Confess." My voice was flat. "Tell the camera everything you did. And don't leave out a single, filthy detail." Cassandra's eyes were unfocused, but when she saw the dark barrel of my gun, the will to live forced her to speak. "I... I am Cassandra Vitale... I killed Robert Rossi... and framed Isabella..." "I paid the guards to torture her... I deliberately provoked the old woman until her heart gave out..." "Isabella is innocent... I'm a monster..."

No one was prepared to see Cassandra’s wolf follow Gayle out, Kylie let out a sharp scream, as her and Kennedy ran to the window ledge and looked down. Gayle’s wolf landed on its back, cracking its spine, just as Cassandra landed right on it. she bared her teeth a the weakened animal, its yelps sounding like music to her ears….but a broken spine was not the end Cassandra wanted. The other occupants of the house and the rest of the compound began to gather around the spectacle, their curiosities fueling their movement. You, will not interrupt my life any further. Cassandra spoke telepathically, to Gayle, just before she bit through the wolf’s chest. Gayle’s growing cries did nothing for Cassa

“Leave. Now. Before I decide you are an active threat to a child under my protection.” The commander’s hand moved toward his weapon. “We have authorisation from—” I moved faster than human eyes could track, crossing the distance between us in a heartbeat. My hand closed around his throat, lifting him off the ground. “I do not care about your authorisation. I do not care about your research. I care about that little girl sleeping up there who has already been traumatised enough. You will not add to it.” His team raised their weapons, but Cassandra was already moving. Silver light lashed out, destroying guns before they could fire. The three wolves with the humans shifted, preparing to attack.

Inside the forest, while Cohen keep on talking about something, Cassandra was just keep on picking some small woods, but on the back of her mind he was thinking about Marcus On the moonlight above, Cassandra suddenly stopped to do any move when she feels a dark power nearby, and then in just a blink of an eye the two familiar wolf appeared again. "Cassandra, come here behind me. They are the one who tried to kill you right?!" The big black wolf growled, and Cassandra nod her head. "Cohen, you need to run, after I counts one to three, is that clear?" Cassan whispered. "What? No! I won't leave you here." Cassandra immediately face Cohen, she closed her eyes and then when she open s it she look

He said looking at the beautiful lady standing by his office door. Hearing his approving voice, Cassandra walked into the office with her both hands bent backwards. She was wearing black blazers above her white crop top. Her long legs were covered by black leggings and her hair was put in a ponytail leaving some baby hairs falling on her forehead. 'Simple yet elegant.' Tobias thought of her outfit. While she neared the table which Tobias was leaning on, she stopped on her tracks and looked at him with her golden brown eyes. She wanted to tell him something but the respect she has for him was making it so difficult to say her thoughts aloud.