Cassian Acotar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Just a glimpse of seconds, and Caspien saw her again. The reason he'd been holding himself back from this place. One of the reasons he didn't want to come back was her. 'Shaun, how are you?' He smiled, nothing's changed. He still didn't have any plans of drawing near her again. Aside from that, Caspien was literally a changed man – for the worse. He didn't look like how he was before. Gone was the thin and soft singing heartthrob; he was now more masculine, more composed, and more naughty – a casanova on the run.

Trista's POV "I messed up your wrist during that last scuffle," Cassian's voice was eerily calm—the kind of quiet you only get right before a hurricane hits. "Tell me, what's it going to take to wipe the slate clean?" "I want to hear your bones snap under my own hands!" Attwater spat, his voice thick with pure, unadulterated venom. "Then be a man of your word," Cassian replied. My heart dropped. I threw my napkin aside and bolted for the hallway.

He leaned back on the sofa he sat , slow and calm “ That’s why I’m going with you, as your fiancé. They revere me and me being by your side with the woman you already are will give you all the power and control you need” “Okay let’s do it” Scarlett agreed after one final thought. “Cassian if you screw up, I’ll castrate you with a nail file “, Roxy’s voice sprang up from the tablet. “I thought I hung that up”, Scarlett whispered to herself and ran to the tablet , slightly embarrassed. But Cassian wasn’t angry at all. He laughed even “ Well good morning to you too Roxy “ Scarlett exhaled a laugh too as she finally hung up.

Ashton declared, his voice unyielding. Cassian, seeming to have anticipated Ashton's response, smiled mockingly. "I truly admire you, Ashton. I'll make sure you ascend to the divine realm as long as you submit to me. You may even retain your place within the Legion, and I'll give you whatever you're after. "If you refuse such terms, then I'll be forced to face you myself. after all, I have no intention of giving up Javonbury!" Cassian's killing intent became more chilling as he fixed his gaze on Ashton, subjecting the latter to a constant, crushing weight.

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Aradia huffed, turning back to me, looping her arm through mine like armor. “Come on, Zee. Dinner’s waiting, and half the pack is already drooling over you. Let’s go show them what a badass human looks like.” She tugged me toward the stairs, throwing one last glare over her shoulder at her father. “Behave Paapa.” Cassian pushed off the wall, falling into step behind us. Close. Too close. I felt his heat at my back, his scent wrapping around me like invisible ropes. Cigar. Tobacco. Something dark and intoxicating that made my thighs slide together instinctively.

“What does that have to do with you?” she replied flatly. She adjusted herself in the passenger seat, settling in as if she refused to give me even a sliver of space in her world. “I don’t want to talk about anything with you, Alaric. You’re the one who insisted I come with you. So treat me properly. And stop bothering me.” “Wow… listen to you,” Cassian sneered. “Speaking like you’re still our Luna, Cass. You really are shameless. Seducing powerful men with whatever charm you have left? Pathetic.”

“There’s nothing you can do. I bought you, and I have no intention of letting you go.” “I don’t understand… I’m not someone important; I’m just an ordinary club employee.” Cassian’s laughter echoed through the room. “You keep underestimating yourself, little squirrel.” He set his glass on the side table and walked toward me. I took a step back, my back hitting the locked door. My chest tightened, my breathing quickened as my heart pounded harder in my chest. The heat of his large body enveloped me. Cassian was a very tall man, taller than Liam or my boyfriend, Daniel. His chest was broad, his arms powerfully built, and that tattoo seemed to draw my eyes. I couldn’t look away from the piercin

I slapped a hand over my mouth. Oh no. Adrian’s aura darkened like a storm front rolling in. “Cassian,” I whispered, “run.” “Nonsense,” Cassian said proudly. “This is an intervention of love.” “Cassian,” I tried again, “RUN.” Adrian moved. Fast. So fast. Cassian yelped and vanished back into the house, screaming, “HE’S GOING TO MURDER ME—TELL MY STORIES—KEEP MY ARTWORK—BURN MY SECRET JOURNAL—NOT THE ONE UNDER THE BED, THE OTHER ONE—”

I couldn't believe my eyes as I rose to my feet too. "Of course not," he said with a scoff and a shrug. "I'm going to wait until you're ready to have the chat we came to have." I couldn't say anything else. I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I texted Jace quickly. This was rapidly getting out of hand, and I needed his intervention. "Please, I need help. Cassian seems to have fallen in love with my stepsister. He doesn't like her, but he's defending her. This is the first time he will. This is also the first time he would stare at her nudity. Help me."

He says with no emotion on his face as he looks at me with the same eyes as his sister, as his nieces and son. “No, I saw her at the private airport in LA. I wasn’t the only one. We all saw her. Hell, I spoke to her. It was her. She didn’t recognise me, but I swear to you, Andros. It was Cass. The same face, hair, eyes, voice everything. It was her Andros. Just please take a look at that. I had Tati do some research. This woman she goes by Anastasia Renato. Also known as Tesoro. There was no information about her until three years ago. Please, I wouldn’t be like this if I wasn’t sure.” I tell him as Cassian wiggles to get down, so I place him on the chair next to me as the nanny comes out wi