Cassian Acotar Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

And before I could say anything, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, heart unsteady, mind reeling, and something deep inside me whispering that Cassian was becoming far more dangerous than I'd ever realised. The scent of Jasmine lingered in the air as I shut the door quietly, still confused about what had happened but more than that, I ached with need. Not the sexual type, but the comfort type. I wanted him near, wanted him to stay, to tell me again that I was beautiful. I didn't want the night to end. Is this what hate feels like? A/N Four chapters in a day? I’m seriously on a roll right now. Also, thank you guys so much for the gems, you have no idea how happy it makes me

”Thank fuck” I exhale. ”I don’t want to loose you, but it’s good to know that the psycho never would have succeeded” Love, I would never let anyone touch you let alone try to mark you. Cassian’s voice booms in the shower. ”When she tried to…” I begin, but am unable to finish. ”..my skin started to glow, just like what happened to you, when you were close to your shift” I explain and swallow hard. Ashton holds my face gently in his hands and patiently waits for me to talk.

“But I’m here for a new chapter.” Leofric looked at me. “You said you loved me.” “I never said it.” “But you meant it.” Cassian chuckled. “Awkward.” I raised my hand, ready to set the tent on fire just to erase the moment. But Cassian didn’t flinch. He stepped toward me, close enough to touch. “They tortured me in your name. Made me believe you betrayed me. But I came back for you anyway.” My magic cracked the lantern glass beside us.

“Your Majesty, I-I… I wasn’t…” Cassian raised a hand, silencing her instantly. “I am not here to lecture you.” He exhaled, long-suffering. “Go, and deal with Damon.” And that confused her enough to stop panicking as Stacy squeaked. “What?” “I can’t stand him right now.” Cassian’s expressions were of pure annoyance now. “If he sulks near me one more time about Beatrice’s wedding, I might actually throw him out of the window.” Stacy let out something between a cough and a laugh, nodding quickly. Then she fled with a speed I had only seen of the warriors on the training ground.

Cassian was already waiting, his dark eyes gleaming as he sat in his chair, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, looking every bit the arrogant bastard he was. “You took your time, dolcezza,” he drawled, watching me with lazy amusement as I stepped closer. I forced my expression into one of indifference, moving toward the tray where his whiskey glass rested. “Had to make sure everything was prepared properly.” Cassian smirked. “How diligent of you, Reina.” I ignored him, focusing on the syringe in my hand. He extended his arm for me, completely unaware of what was about to happen. But as I leaned in, just as I positioned the needle against his skin, his hand shot out—gripping my ass in a rough,

" In a twisted exchange, Cassian cut me off before I finished my statement. But he didn't speak. Instead, his hand moved at lightening speed, and before I knew it, blood was spilling everywhere. I gasped in horror as I took a few steps back. In his hand,he held the still beating heart of the maid, who was now lifeless. For a second, I almost thought that it was a horrible nightmare. But it wasn't. It was real. He had actually snatched her heart from her chest so fast that I didn't even see it happen. And as I covered my mouth and stared at the scene in front of me in abysmal shock, Cassian went ahead and declared, "No man, woman or god that dares to take you away from me will survive long en

I whispered. Cassian shrugged. “Prove it.” I dropped to my knees and reached for my books. My fingers shook so badly I could barely grab them. Paint dripped onto the pages. I heard whispers all around me. “She looks so pathetic.” “Why does he hate her so much?” “This is cruel.” A sob escaped my chest. Cassian looked down at me. “You should stop crying,” he said calmly. “It’s embarrassing.” I looked up at him. “Why are you doing this to me?”

I could tell by the way his fingers tapped the table. Mara cleared her throat again. “Boss, we need to test comms and run a dry route tonight.” Cassian nodded, but his eyes were still unfocused, like part of him was stuck back in the container, stuck seeing those girls, stuck seeing the fear that reminded him too much of mine. I touched his arm lightly. Barely. But he stiffened at the contact. Not because he didn’t want it. Because he wanted it too much. He turned toward me, expression softening in a way it didn’t for anyone else.

“Don’t freak out. I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m not some creep.” He finally looked at her face and holy Goddess, she was exquisite. Even more beautiful than he’d imagined, and those thick lips painted a loud, bright red made his mind go straight to a thousand filthy scenes. Looking straight into those expressive blue eyes, Cassian suddenly felt a stab of guilt. Dark hair and blue eyes… clearly his thing for that combo was a serious fetish, but all he was really doing was projecting onto this stranger everything he’d imagined his mate would be. He’d never forgotten that half his soul was growing up happy and safe on the other side of the veil.

“He’s wrong, you know.” She narrowed her eyes. “What?” “I’ve never met a sexier woman, mon ange. You’re perfect.” He whispered, his voice was over her, so that it felt like she was being dipped under a waterfall. “Dorain might hear you, Kael.” Cassia said, taking a step back. Kael took a step forward, closing the distance she put between them. “Then stop looking at me like you did in that cathedral and on the balcony.” “That was in Miami and I…”