Cassian Acotar Novels & Stories

Why is he trying to behave like a damn villain? *** Please vote and comment :)

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

I say, but we both know I'm not going anywhere yet, instead, I make small circles with my hips and this time, we make love slowly, kissing the entire time. "Thank you for joining us. Finally." Calista smirks, but there's no anger in her tone. She points at my friends who all look sweaty and exhausted. "We've done a bit of a warm up, but I'm guessing two you had your own warm up this morning. Are you joining us, Cain?" "Yeah, may as well." He winks at me and butterflies erupt in my stomach. "Ok, pair up. No, Cain, you and Zac will go together, we need Tegwen to have a proper opponent. You'll be too scared to hurt her." Calista grabs my wrist and Zac goes to stand with Cain.

He made an odd hmmm sound and I raised my brows and glanced at the screen. "Who are you, I can tell you're a vampire as well from your eyes but they aren't familiar to me since I know several thousand," I growled through the lie threateningly. He chuckled heartily and the sound was warm and comforting. I frowned upon experiencing the feeling. He slipped off the mask and I melted into my chair. He was gorgeous. Face of Adonis and surprisingly blue highlighted black hair that looked really edgy but sexy on him. I concentrated on slowing down my breathing and acted nonchalantly. I know my gray eyes lit up showing him my appreciation for his good looks. It was something out of my control and an

Vespera tapped a button on the treadmill to reset the machine as it started moving beneath her feet, Cassius took over the empty one beside her as they started running, silently, Cassius hyper focused on the mirror in front of him. As Vespera ran, her eyes occasionally drifted to Cassius, the tightness of his abs in that active wear, the indifference in his eyes as he concentrated on his work out, his oh so perfectly shaped face, the sharpness of his jaw, the way his hair firmly bounced as he ran on the treadmill. Cassius was perfect in every way a man should, and the cherry on top was that he was rich and powerful.

He was the only one who might know how to undo Carlton’s grip, how to free Ava, how to salvage whatever scraps remained of my honour. I reached the heavy oak doors and raised my fist to unlock them. “Deric.” The voice was calm but carried like a gunshot through my thoughts. I turned sharply. Cassian stood leaning against a stone pillar, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His hair was tied back today, revealing the hard lines of his face, the little scar that cut from his temple to jaw like a blade had kissed him once and let him live out of pity. “Move,” I growled, stepping forward.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

We let the silence speak first. His men collapsed one by one—tranquilizers, not bullets. Every breath was a countdown. Every heartbeat, an omen. And then we found him. Cassian. Slumped in a high-backed iron chair, swirling his wine with a hand far too calm for the storm around him. Behind him, a crimson curtain. Above him, an antique chandelier. A madman still clinging to his stage. As we entered, he looked up. Smirked. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, rising with the arrogance of a ghost who believed he couldn’t die. “Such an honor to stand in the same space with a distinguished warlord of the underworld. It’s my pleasure, Your Highness.”

As the team finished getting me ready, Jules and Rita escorted me to the elevator that led to the Moretti HQ studio room, The crew were ready and I saw Cassian sitting on the couch looking handsome in an expensive charcoal suit, whilst I looked gorgeous in an evening gown myself. I walked to him with a smile, what else could I wish for, I signed to become his property just to get my son back, and I have my son now, and I've stupidly fallen in love with this man in the process, and not just any man, but the billionaire Cassian Moretti CEO of the trillion dollars worth Moretti empire. “Ready for me, Mrs. Moretti?” Cassian said in a deep, velvet vibration, His stylists quickly scurried away lik

he continued, completely ignoring my threat, “I’m actually surprised.” My brows furrowed despite myself, “That Sylas didn’t tell you the truth.” he continued, My heart stuttered, and my fear returned, greater than ever, “What truth?” I asked in a quieter voice, He stepped back slightly, giving me a little space, but somehow his movements made it worse. He watched me for a long moment, like he was savoring the moment, then, his lips curved slightly, “My name,” he said slowly, almost pleasantly, “is Cassian.”