Cassian Acotar Novels & Stories

I'd trusted Ava and for some reasons, everything went down the hill. A voice in my head kept asking why I was trusting Cassien so easily. And although I still hated his guts, I'm able to walk freely because of him. Who knows where I'd have ended up if his team didn't get me? Fuck, I didn't want to owe anyone. The plan was simple, straight forward and was supposed to be a piece of cake to execute. If not for the fact that I was going after one of the largest mafia in the city and a very dangerous person. My mind drifted back to the room where I'd woken up, with Cassien feets away from me. His worry stricken face and his beautiful blue eyes. I'd willingly give myself to swim in them. Cassien u

Cassian stared down at me in disbelief, his hands reaching up to caress my cheeks. "You are perfect," he whispered. "I know," I said with a cheeky grin. He smiled at me, a light shining in his dark eyes. "I'll wait for you too," he said hesitantly, I could feel his heartbreak slightly. "Hey, it's just until you figure out this lycan ascension thing right and I am going to be training with the best, so I'll be a mage in no time," I said excitedly. "It's a lot more complicated than that, Taiti," Cassian said with a grim expression on his face.

The one who shattered my control and walked out like it hadn’t meant a goddamn thing. I scrubbed the clip back, zeroed in on the still frame. Froze it. Zoomed in until the pixels blurred. But even through the grain, I could see it, that defiance, raw and unfiltered. That mouth. The one that spit fire and tasted like trouble. That mouth that told me, I don’t care what you want. My chest clenched. Not with emotion. With focus. The comm panel on my desk beeped. Cassian stepped in, smooth as always, dressed in obsidian. He carried a folder in one hand and the quiet certainty of a man who never came empty-handed.

Atacia's POV: Hello everyone! I'm Atacia Montreal. 18 years old 1st year college. I'm a non-simple girl. You'll know why soon. I have a best friend. Her name is Cassie Santos. We're best friends since childhood. “Atacia! Your mom is calling!” Cassie shouted. I’m up here in our room. “Answer it! That might be important!” I shouted back at her. She went upstairs and was already at the door when she answered the call.

"Ex-military, Special Forces. He’ll keep you safe and teach you how to handle yourself." What Arthur didn't realize was that he hadn't just hired a guard; he had hired a god carved out of granite. Cassian was taller than any man I’d ever dated, with shoulders so broad they seemed to swallow the light in the room. He had a jawline that could cut glass and golden brown eyes that were utterly unreadable. But the most frustrating thing about Cassian? He didn’t care that I was beautiful. Every other man in my life, from the gardener to my husband’s business partners fell to their knees the moment I walked into a room. Not Cassian. To him, I was a "package" to be protected. Just an assignment

Right behind him came Cassian. Cassian looked completely unraveled. His expensive uniform was wrinkled, his dark hair was messy, and his golden eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with dark purple circles. The deep bruises around his neck, left by his father’s fingers at the assembly, had turned a dark, ugly shade of violet. He walked with uneven steps, his body trembling slightly like a man suffering from a high fever. He was a prince who had lost his mind, completely eaten alive from the inside out by the rejection of the mate bond and pure, wild jealousy.

Then— “Because I wanted to see the woman who made you abandon strategy.” Lucian’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t strategy. It’s cowardice.” “No,” Cassian corrected calmly. “Cowardice is hiding behind power. I prefer proximity.” Lucian accelerated. “If you touch her—” “You’ll what?” Cassian interrupted. “Fight me with board votes?” Lucian said nothing. Cassian’s tone shifted — softer, darker. “Do you know how my father died?” Lucian’s silence answered. “He worked for Moretti Holdings,” Cassian continued. “A senior engineer. Loyal. Brilliant.”

I felt safe. "Who are you?" Ashton asked. "It's none of your business." Cyrus said, his voice harsh and poisonous. "Carmela is my business." My best friend pulled me closer to him. "She is my business, so, back off!" He's rude. He's always been rude. He never treated anyone with respect. He never treated anyone like humans. Cyrus only cared about himself. He only cared about his pride and I hate it. Someone like him easily loses his patience, meaning, he'll lose control and end up hurting anyone that disobeys him. And seeing how Ashton is pushing him to his limits scares me.

Cassian's POV It was all futile, I'd combed the entire country in search of Esme Ames To no avail. The secretary had gone to her step-sister, and the cheating boyfriend, but they weren't able to provide any information on her whereabouts. The secretary had reported to me the rude reception he was given by them both. " Have their details sent to me, have both of them fired from wherever they work, and let them learn the hard way, ban any company from hiring them," I said and went back to being disorganized.

Marco quickly did as he was told and every members of the Santinos family watched the clear story of how cassio had blow up South Villa. " He is the spy " One of the said disdainfully. " Kill him boss, he didn't deserve to be alive " another added. Maximo turn to cassio who was now speaking audibly. " Please...ple..ase spare me. I was.... only doing..th... is to keep my life " His reason makes Maximo to laughed out dryly. " You hear his lame excuse? He said he did blow up my South Villa so he could keep his fucking LIFE! " The last statement comes with a bang. Maximo hit Cassio again and again in the head until finally his brain were visible, splattered on the floor irritatedly.