Cassian Acotar Novels & Stories

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

“Definitely not part of the job description.” Before I could regroup, a knock interrupted the moment. Two precise, deliberate taps. Too confident to be Mira. Too polite to be Theron. I stood cautiously and opened the door to exactly the person I least wanted to see. Cassian leaned against the frame with practiced elegance, all smug grin and polished fangs. His long coat draped perfectly, dark as spilled ink, and his expression was that of a predator who already knew how the chase ended. “You’re working late,” he said, eyes flicking to the floating parchment behind me. “Diligent little contractor.”

Eren sighed, rubbing his head tiredly "I can't believe the evil in that man. He can't be a good person even with his only grandson." Lucas laughed sarcastically “What do you expect from a man who was not good even with his own child? For Arthur, everyone around him is just a toy, pawns that he moves according to his interests.” Eren sighed as he stood up to prepare to leave, before looking at Lucas who was still lying on the couch “Well, now we know where the vileness that was present in Lucian came from?” Lucas smiled as he looked at him, before the other left, leaving Lucas alone in the room to put his hand over his eyes

she answered casually. Cassie was listening at their conversation. Her eyes was closed and she wasn't moving because she was afraid that it would ruin her beauty mask. “You are working with the most handsome man and the richest in this island. If I were you, I'm going to seduce him and took all his money, because guy like him throw Barbie dolls every year or less. Be practical Almirez. That's a once in a lifetime chance.” Serene glanced at Cassie. “He hired me because I look old. He was a type of man that wouldn't just pick a random girl anywhere.”

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

Why is no one coming towards this direction? Just shadows and silence. “What do you mean ‘your greatest rival’?” I demanded, stalling, my pulse a war drum. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiled, a flash of teeth. “Cassian Morelli.” He hissed the name like it burned his tongue. “Aren’t you the little sunshine in his life right now? The little flicker of hope that makes him breathe again? A world I took my time to make dark and fucking gloomy?”

Cassian sat at the far end of the room beside the massive dark mahogany desk near the moonlit windows, looking like a Greek god of dark beauty. He was leaning back in a heavy leather armchair, bare chested and dressed only in his dark tailored trousers. The broad lines of his torso were visible, along with the intricate tattoos covering his arms and chest. His thick arms rested calmly across his chest, and an unlit cigarette hung loosely between his lips. Moonlight framed his figure as his pale silver eyes remained fixed on Alessia, and whatever little strength she had left seemed to disappear beneath that stare.

“Amara, meet my lieutenants. Cassian. Rowan. Silas.” Cassian was the tallest, skin sun-browned, a scar slicing through one eyebrow. Rowan had copper hair tied back, freckles across his chest, a smile that promised pain and pleasure in the same breath. Silas was the quietest, dark-skinned, eyes the color of wet slate, arms folded so that the muscles bunched like cable. None of them spoke. They simply looked at her until her skin burned. Asher’s hands settled on her shoulders. “Tonight you learn what it means to be shared.”

His curse: If you hadn't insisted on marrying me. "No!" I shoved him off, hard. I scrambled out of the study and locked the door from the outside. Leaning against the wood, I dialed Camilla’s number. "Cassian's in the study. The Ortegas spiked his drink tonight. Get over here now." "What? Aurora, what are you talking about—" "Ten minutes. You're the one he needs." I hung up. I heard a vase shatter inside the room. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, on my neck, washing away the last of the heat.

“And when the Supernatural-king-slash-supernatural-CEO says no, apparently we say ‘yes sir.’” I groan. “I hate him.” Richard gives me a look that says liar. Emmanuel tosses me a granola bar. “Eat. You’ll need strength to fight off all the crazy today.” I open it, chewing angrily. “What crazy?” Richard gestures at the door. Cassain is standing outside. Leaning against his car like a sin with a pulse. Black shirt stretched over muscles. Tattoo glinting on his forearm. Hair is still wet from a shower. Eyes glowing faint gold like he barely slept.