Cassian And Nesta 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.

Just call me anytime you want. I didn't answer that when Maeve curses and a few utensils cling. "You alright, Maeve?" I ask and call Alyssa. "Y-yeah." She answered softly. I turned back and walked off while waiting for Alyssa to answer. She did answer and I went to the balcony. "So, what now, Casanova?" "Haven't you gotten laid last night?" I asked huskily. "Hmmm. I'm waiting for you last night." "Sorry, a good thing happens," I said just to make her jealous.

Antonio stared at him coldly. "I don’t need to live long. I just need to make sure you die first." Leonardo let out a weak chuckle, but his breath was fading. Within seconds, his body collapsed onto the floor, blood pooling beneath him. He had finally lost. As the battle came to an end, Antonio’s forces began securing the compound. Cassandra and Alexander arrived at the scene, finding Antonio standing over Leonardo’s lifeless body. Cassandra rushed forward, her breath still heavy from the journey. Antonio turned, meeting her gaze instantly. Without hesitation, Cassandra ran to him and wrapped her arms around him.

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.

Linette has no plan on joining their discussion, she just ducked on her blanket and pushed her ear phones in her ear. “I know it's rare to be loved without sex. But rare is better than impossible,” Serene added and smiled at Cassie who just grinned as a response to her.

“She’s inconvenient.” Cassian exhaled something like a laugh. “She always has been.” Nyx checked her watch. “Then we have forty-eight hours to make sure this doesn’t end with blood on teak.” Cassian turned to Elara, his tone shifting. Lower. Intimate. “That means training.” Her lips curved. “I thought you’d never ask.” They didn’t start with weapons. Cassian believed control came before force. The private gym was all glass and shadow, the city stretched beneath them like a living map. Cassian stood behind her, guiding her stance, hands firm on her hips, adjusting her balance by degrees.

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.

Everyone—even the resentful faces of Vera, Emeristus, and Claudia was compelled to raise a glass and drink. Cierra and Alec in the background far on the table like they didn’t belong, I could feel the second hand embarrassment on my skin. … My heart fluttered at Cassian calling me his wife with so much softness and genuinety in his eyes, Cassian then turned to Asher, "And now, for the man of the hour," Cassian said, motioning to a servant who placed a sleek, minimalist portfolio case next to Asher. "You know how much I value vision, son. And your video game project? It has that."

"Oh, let me tell you guys! Thomasina's beauty spa got totally trashed today, and her niece got beaten black and blue. And then she actually went and slapped Rowena..." Cassian sat quietly on the couch, but his mind was completely stuck on one single thought: Xander went to see Trista tonight. Feeling incredibly irritated, Cassian stood up. "You guys catch up. I'm heading out." Back at his own place, Cassian paced restlessly in front of his floor-to-ceiling windows. Every few seconds, he'd open Trista's W******p chat, only to stare at it. He had no idea what to say.

By the time I got downstairs, he had already set up the table, Nolan sitting at the other end, nursing a cup of coffee like it was the only thing tethering him to patience. Our eyes met for a split second, his expression was unreadable I quickly took my eyes away. The silence was thick enough to chew through. Cassian clapped his hands, forcing cheer into the air. “Alright, since the both of you are pretending not to exist, I don't know what's going on between the both of you but I have something to say.” Nolan raised a brow. “Please do go on.” Cassian leaned back in his chair, that cocky smile returning on his face. “So, last night I went to see someone.”