Cassian And Nesta Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And to make matters worse, Cassie was willing to enter into a contract marriage with such an obscure man. You have bad taste Cassie. Did you hear this? You have bad taste in men! “Do you want to stay there until the evening? Or do you want to stay overnight on the island?” I stomped my foot irritably and pushed his body aside. I wanted to walk ahead instead of following a man I couldn't trust! “It seems Luna Cassandra has returned to her original state.” “You're right elder, it looks like Luna Cassandra is completely healthy.” That elder and that doctor.... argh, they're just the same.

Cassie said, grabbing a Glock-19 from the gun board and tucking it in her thigh pocket. Tobias was waiting for her downstairs, impatient for her to finish. He rushed to her bedroom, quietly pushing the door open. The fresh scent of roses enveloped him, making his heart flutter. He couldn’t believe she was living under the same roof as him but still felt a longing for more. “Aren’t you looking a little too pretty for a mission?” he asked, causing her to jolt from her thoughts. “What’s wrong with you?” she snapped, turning to glare at him. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was aware of everything around her except him.

But she wasn’t sure because we didn’t consummate the mating. I think she meant that we should have had sex after or before the bite; I wasn’t sure. All I know is that yesterday we had made a scene and everyone at the ball had enjoyed it. I have seen my torn dress this morning and boy; she was right. The weird thing was that I was pissed that they stopped us. According to my ever shadow now, Atlanta, Cassius has been driven by the moon madness to claim me. He had seen all of these males talking and touching me, so he snapped and bit me.

Cassian’s tone sharpened. “Get Naomi back to base. Now.” I opened my mouth to argue, but the connection cut again. Mara adjusted the rearview mirror, meeting my eyes. “You heard him.” I stared out the window. The city raced past in blurs of light and smoke, police drones rising like silent vultures. Somewhere back there, Cassian was standing in the wreckage of his own trap, already turning it into the next war map. I didn’t know whether to hate him for that or love him for it.

I shook my head and pushed him away. The two of them are competing for the role of the victim, what about me? The spectator of the show? That's enough! “Listen, we're done. I, Cassandra Miller, reject you as my mate. Accept my rejection, Jason.” “No!” He yelled abruptly, and his hands tightened on mine. “I won’t accept it!” He growled at me, I tried to wriggle free from his hold. I saw the hurt in his eyes when I said those words, his wolf was pained.

Kael asked Cassian, pointing at Adrian. "Adrian," Cassian said, looking at Adrian with an expression Adrian was going to be thinking about for years. "He's the person I love." "He nice?" Kael asked. "Very," Cassian said. Kael appeared to find this information acceptable. He laid his head on Cassian's shoulder and closed his eyes, apparently deciding that since the important questions had been answered, he could now rest. Twenty-six minutes, Adrian noted. Faster than with him. Lyanna had migrated to stand near Cassian's other side, not touching, not asking for anything, simply closer than she had been.

But when he was close enough, I leaned in and whispered directly into his ear so Freya could not hear. "Leone is sending for me tonight. He wants me to come to his chambers." Cassian's hands stilled on Cassandra for just a moment. Then he continued his examination like nothing had happened. "To do what?" "Obviously to have sex with me. What else would he want?" Cassian picked up Cassandra and walked over to the window, bouncing her gently. I followed and stood beside him, keeping my voice low. "You have to go," he murmured. "What? No. I cannot do that. Not after everything that has happened between us."

Cassian was already waiting, his dark eyes gleaming as he sat in his chair, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, looking every bit the arrogant bastard he was. “You took your time, dolcezza,” he drawled, watching me with lazy amusement as I stepped closer. I forced my expression into one of indifference, moving toward the tray where his whiskey glass rested. “Had to make sure everything was prepared properly.” Cassian smirked. “How diligent of you, Reina.” I ignored him, focusing on the syringe in my hand. He extended his arm for me, completely unaware of what was about to happen. But as I leaned in, just as I positioned the needle against his skin, his hand shot out—gripping my ass in a rough,

Unfortunately, he was caught off guard, and Angelo fired a blast right into his stomach, sending him flying through the hall and crashing through the elevator doors. Suddenly there in front of him was Nessa, grinning and gazing at the fissures he had made. "How strong you are." She giggled as she glanced down at him. "Do you want me to become youthful and attractive just for you?" Caspian locked his gaze on her, his crimson eyes turning dark and solemn. She disgusted him greatly. However, as soon as he moved a muscle to stand up, Nessa's body began to emit a thick black eerie mist.

"I like a witness." He didn't waste any more time. He stood up, pulling me off the seat and forcing me down onto my knees in the narrow, vibrating aisle. The floor was cold and grimy, but the heat radiating from the two men was a furnace. Cassian unzipped his trousers first, his cock springing free-thick, dark, and already weeping a bead of pre-cum. "Start with me, Lena," Cassian commanded, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck.