Cassian Acotar Novels & Stories

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.”

Cassian hesitated just for a second then smiled like a knife. “Absolutely. Front row. Let him stew in the irony.” “Got it. And what exactly are you wearing to this... gala of redemption?” “White velvet. Custom. I want the photographers to question if I’m holy or unhinged.” Taryn snorted. “And Rowan?” Cassian’s smile faltered, just slightly. “Charcoal gray suit. No tie. Open collar.” “Oh?” she teased. “Since when do you pick Rowan’s outfits?”

“Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…” “I heard from Rosalyn about that.” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but not

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

“Sorry to say, but you have the survival instincts of a fart.” My eyes narrow, heat flaring in my chest. He flashes his palms. “Before you chop my head off, how about I introduce myself? I might change your mind.” “I'm not counting on it.” He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that sparks a low hum in my belly. “I'm Cassian. Cassian Cross.” Of course he'd have a hot name. It's evident in the soft pout of his lips and the heat of his stare. “So…who's the lucky guy?” His jaw tightens, eyes on my fingers.

Her. A knock sounded at the ruined door. I turned with a snarl. “Leave.” The door opened. Cassian stepped inside. He took one look at the room and closed the door behind him. His dark hair had been tied at the nape of his neck for the evening’s ceremony. A black formal coat covered the scars along his arms, but no amount of expensive fabric could make him look civilized when his expression hardened. His gaze traveled over the shattered chair, broken wardrobe, overturned furniture, and blood streaked across the wall.

And for a few seconds, I found myself wondering whether or not this was going to be a detail that would ruin everything… not for me, but for my daughter. “Well then, we have seen the child and the mother. It seems that they are both safe and well.” Elder Cassian said calmly. “I do believe that we are going to need to give the consort the time to rest. She is still going to be taking care of the child.” “My mate is no consort.” Dominic said, taking me off guard. I looked at him for a second where he turned to face me, giving me a quick nod before turning to the elders. “She might your mate…”

“Why do you look like you just walked out of a crime scene?” Cassian snorted, his thick skull also appearing in the frame. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Beside him, I clearly saw the outline of a woman’s back….the crazy bastard was getting around again like the man whore everyone knows he is. The idiot had his personal array of models and escorts he fucked weekly, going through women like they were a pack of candy for his stupid sweet tooth. A part of me recognized the emptiness in his eyes. It was because of his lost love, Sienna. He was just like me, searching for the little light in his life. The difference between us is that I found mine already. “Or a bedroom.” Ace lifted his g

Nero walked toward Cassian, his expression dark. The blade he was holding was still stained with Calix's blood. It was a chilling sight. "I asked you a question. Are you Cassian York? Are you the one who broke my brother's leg?" Nero barked. "That's right. I'm Cassian York, and I did break Cain's leg." As he spoke, he resisted the overwhelming force that was bearing down on him. Nero was terrifyingly strong. His presence pressed down on Cassian like an invisible boulder.