Cassian And Nesta Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he rasped, tugging at my T-shirt. “So take it off. And take yours off, while you’re at it.” I dragged at his shirt, and then we broke apart enough to fumble with our clothes until we were both bare-chested and panting. Cassian is gorgeous, big and strong and everything, down to the bulge in his jeans. His eyes seemed almost black as he watched me, his lips slick and parted. He looked like sin and sex but also mine. “Fuck, Athena…baby,” he breathed, his fingertips skating over my hips. “You’re so . . .” him calling me baby dis so many things to me.

Cassian said, he was technically telling me to be on Emeritus's good side, does he know how cunning Cassandra is? She is using my Asher, and purposely training him to be a spoiled and arrogant kid from a wealthy family, I swallowed without a response and Cassian pressed a warm kiss on my lips, and it sent bolts of electric wave across my being, A soft moan escaped my lips and for a moment the panic and tension came to a halt, replaced by the heat of his closeness, by the dominance of his flawed protectiveness. Cassian hands caressed my neck and trailed slowly to the zip of my dior dress, slowly his zipped it down, my heart raised, as his shirtless body pressed closer to me, my naked back tou

His heart pounded fiercely against his ribs, a mix of fear and forbidden excitement coursing through his veins. At twenty-three, Cassian was a noble omega from a respected bloodline, known for his gentle nature and quiet grace. Yet here he was, risking everything for stolen moments with the one alpha who made his entire being come alive. The thin black silk robe he wore whispered against his skin as he walked, already warm with the first hints of arousal. His body had begun reacting to Kael’s presence long before he reached the door, a deep, instinctive pull that no amount of reason could silence.

Cassidy's POV The steam from the shower enveloped us like a secret veil, turning the massive marble bathroom into our own private steam room high above the bustling city. Dante's hand was firm in mine as he led me inside, the glass doors sliding shut behind us with a soft hiss that sealed us away from the world. Water cascaded from the rainfall showerhead, hot and insistent, mirroring the pulse still thrumming through my veins from our kitchen encounter. My legs were jelly, every step a reminder of how thoroughly he'd undone me—twice—before the day had even properly begun. But the ache was sweet, addictive, a badge of the passion we'd unleashed.

Cassandra's POV I woke up the next morning still feeling ashamed that Liam had rejected my advances but now feeling a lot more fierce due to the rejection I had received. Since he wanted to ignore me, I was going to do the same and we would see which one of us broke first. We spent the day as a family, even going out to eat in the afternoon with both of us ignoring each other and after our outing, I suggested that we went to pick Mason up together. He ignored me however but eventually asked for directions which I eagerly gave, glad that he was losing the game he started already.

Athena replied her bed lover or should I say sex partner. “No.” Cassian said calmly. “I can fix it.” Veyran Doskh looked at Cassian from his head down to his legs. “You?” the old man asked, scoffing. Cassian only smiled. I bet he was already used to people looking down on him before actually getting to know him. “Yes. Unless you enjoy suffering.” “Cassian.” Athena snapped, he ignored her and wheeled himself closer to her father. “Can you stand up? I need to get access to your back.”

I'd deal with it later; now wasn't the time. Still blushing, Cassian continued, “Where was I? Oh, right! I've liked you since I first saw you. Something drew me to you. You're beautiful, of course, but it was the way you carried yourself, and the more I watched you, the more fascinated I became. I'm a nerd at heart. Let's be honest, and Kael can back me up on this. I'd rather spend my time with my head shoved into a book than fighting or socializing. I guess what I'm trying to say, if I'll stop fucking rambling, is that I want you to give me a chance to show you I'm not the monster you think I am. I want to be your man, friend, and lover. I just want you to give me a chance. If after a month

Why don't you go and jump off a cliff instead? "Exactly! She knew very well that Randy and Evie liked each other, but she still insisted on separating them and dragging Randy on the trip with her! If Cassidy had never dragged him with her, poor Evie wouldn't have lost her support pillar at home. Cassidy is such a disgusting person! She deserves her terrible fate!" "But didn't you guys see that she seems to have bought a plane ticket instead? The destination seems to be overseas!" The final comment was quickly sent all the way down by other comments, and not many people managed to read it.

Selene leaned in slowly, closing the space between her and Damien with calculated ease. The soft shimmer of her crimson dress caught the dim amber light, her perfume drifting over him like a spell. She let his thumb trace lines across her face, tilting her head to invite the sharp nip of his teeth and the heat of his kisses. Then, her voice—a feather-light whisper—cut through the low thrum of the bass outside. “I really think… Cassian is just trying to make you look like a fool.”

She looked down at the seamless wall of iron with a cold, absolute indifference. "You traveled across the black water looking for an unformed vessel, Cassian," Natalia said, her voice dropping into a low, vibrating frequency that made the rusted iron pikes in the earth begin to hum in resonance. "You spent twenty years funding cowards and hiding behind contracts because you feared what my mother carried in her veins. Now look at me. Am I the child you expected?" Cassian stepped out from beneath the shield wall, his crimson coat striking against the dark stone. He looked up at her, his black eyes flaring with a sudden, intense hunger that completely stripped away his aristocratic refinement.