Cassian And Nesta Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The box was on a table open. "Come on Cassie that is a new article and not even a real picture. You can't believe that stuff. I know they were eccentric and a not all there but devil worshipping. Is a far stretch." Nathan said. "Honestly Nathan please you really should not open it." Cassie begged. "I'm not even close to getting the lock all cleared out." Nathan told her. He kissed her on the forehead. 'You need your refreshment." Nathan told her. They went into the tent to have their refreshments.

“The Labyrinth of Shadows awaits. You will train through the night in preparation. Only those who withstand every challenge will survive until morning.” I swallowed hard. Great… so great, because he's indirectly saying that there will be no rest tonight, just endless hours of testing myself against whatever cruel thing the Academy had cooked up this time. And then there was the pairing announcement. My stomach dropped. “Ari, you will be paired with Caspian.” Caspian, of course, didn’t even look impressed. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, and eyes half-lidded like this was all a game to him. Typical nonchalant, untouchable, and infuriating attitude and look of his.

I wish she didn’t have to be so perfect every time and remind me that I can never be that. I want to snap at her and tell her to just fuck off, but then I look over at the bed opposite mine. Cassian is seated there with his headphones plugged in, but I can tell he’s not listening to a damn thing. His fingers are constantly twitching and adjusting them over his head every goddamn second. His jaw is also grinding together so hard, and I’m not sure there’s anyone who will keep listening to music if it makes them that riled up. I smile to myself.

“Oh, I married Vasilios. I was forced into marrying him, and I was meant to write my final exams at Cambridge and then return home to be the perfect Luna. But I didn't want to. Vasilios didn't love me, and he made that pretty clear. So instead, my best friends helped me book a one way ticket to New York under a fake name, and I've been here ever since.” Damian's mouth opened, and then shut again as he processed the information. Finally he smirked and draped his arm over the back of the sofa. “I'll tell you this, Cassandra,” the way he said my name made a shiver run down my spine. “I'm both impressed and utterly terrified of you right now.” The atmosphere felt like sparks of electricity were

Aria, I need to talk to you," in a hoarse, low voice. Aria stepped back, her gaze narrowing. Her voice was forceful as she inquired, "What is it, Cassian?" A wave of emotion washed over Cassian as his gaze met hers. His voice almost rose above a whisper. "I need to talk to you about my feelings," he added. Aria experienced a wave of astonishment as her eyes became wide. With a trembling voice, she said, "What about your feelings?" Cassian stepped closer, his gaze narrowing. He continued, "I have feelings for you, Aria," in a hoarse, low voice. "And I think you have feelings for me too."

Cassian: ~~~ A month ago… …~... I watch my angel unravel the third time beneath me, every sound she makes carving itself into me. She's breathtakingly beautiful and all mine. I lean in and place a soft kiss on her forehead as she drifts to sleep. I guess we’ll leave once she wakes up. Pulling out of her feels like tearing myself away from something I need to breathe. She is too addictive. I make my way out to bathe.

Cassian drops on one knee. “Rael,” he rasps, feeling blood running down his nose and dripping on the shiny floor before him. Rael takes a step closer, his eyes still glowing, locked on his mate as he crouches in front of him. He reaches out and roughly grabs Cassian's jaws, digging his sharp fingers into his skin. “You should hate him, Cassian and you are meant to be mine,” “No,” Cassian chokes out.

In the end, Cassian issued an ultimatum: help extract Lucas tomorrow or be exposed alongside the Langfords. Richard agreed, eyes haunted. “I’ll make the arrangements. But be careful, son. Some secrets fight back.” Later, alone in bed, Cassian held Elena tightly, their bodies pressed skin to skin under cool sheets. They made love slowly this time reverent, intense, every touch a declaration against the chaos. Afterward, he traced the curve of her hip as if memorizing her. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” he whispered, “you are the best thing that ever came into my life. Replacement or not you’re mine.”

That’s our girl. But let’s be clear—if Cassian keeps pushing, he’s going to find out that quiet elegance doesn’t mean weakness. Are you Team “Nirelle is rising” or Team “Cassian needs therapy and a restraining order”? Let me know in the comments. Or else I’ll throw YOU a garden party with 50 fake friends and Yvette doing your makeup. With fierce love and spiked lemonade, Your ever-plotting author.

“She already is. You ruined whatever you guys had five years ago right? So stop acting like she still owes you something and man up.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Shattering. His throat bobbed. His eyes flicked over my shoulder — to where Liana now stood down the hallway, holding Elias close. She wasn’t hiding, but she wasn’t approaching either. Cassian’s chest caved. Something inside him flickered — pain, regret, longing, something he’d never admit out loud. Then he straightened, pulling every piece of broken armor back into place. “This isn’t over Tristan,” he murmured.