Cassian And Nesta Novels & Stories

“Cassian.” The room erupted into chaos. Cassian had been with them from the beginning. Loyal. Steady. Trusted with sensitive routes and safe houses. He had sworn his life to the pack and to Aria herself. And now he had opened the door. Explosions rocked the lower levels of the tower as enemy forces surged forward with terrifying precision. Selene’s voice echoed through hacked speakers, smooth and satisfied. “You weakened yourself for love. Admirable. But love always creates openings.”

“And what is your plan?” Selene leaned back, her eyes sparkling with devious thoughts. “Calm down, Alaric. Cassandra will pay dearly for all the humiliation we have suffered today. I promise you, Cassandra will never know peace after this.” *** Meanwhile, inside Caspian's luxurious mansion, Cassandra stared out the window as she watched Alaric's car drive away. She smiled slightly and tilted her head toward Caspian, who was pouring two glasses of wine. “You know they won't keep quiet,” Cassandra said quietly.

Still appeared to have secrets between its walls. The guard let us in. And there he was. Cassian. Standing on the grand steps like some cursed prince in a modern gothic novel. All black suit, sharp angles, and indifference. “Morning, ladies,” he said, voice cool but crisp. Selena raised her hand. “Morning, murder-face.” I elbowed her. “Behave, Sel,” I whispered. “What,” she said. “He would be a really hot killer.” Cassian’s gaze flicked to me. “We’ll begin walkthrough revisions in an hour. But first…”

Kian stepped forward, holding out his broad, leather-clad forearm to his brother. Cassian looked at Kian's arm for a fraction of a second, then reached out, gripping Kian’s forearm tightly with his own. Their eyes locked in a silent, unshakeable pact, two men who had lost their titles, their inheritances, and their fathers’ favor, but had found something infinitely harder to break in the snow. "The lower barracks are warm," Kian said quietly, his grip on Cassian's arm tightening before he let go. "Selene is in the ledgers room. She's going to tell you your pencil points are dull."

She doesn't stop, she scrambles over a pile of broken stone, moving faster than I'd expect from someone dressed the way she is, skirts hiked up in one fist, the notebook still clutched tight in the other. We chase her through what feels like a maze of collapsed rooms, deeper into the ruins, and just when I think we're going to lose her entirely in the dark, she stumbles, catches her foot on a broken tile, and goes down hard against the stone floor. Cassian reaches her first, and I'm right behind him, both of us breathing hard, and Nadia scrambles backward against a crumbling wall, notebook still hugged tight against her chest. "It's over," Cassian says, standing over her, voice low and dange

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.

"A parting gift from my ex-husband. A masterpiece of his cruelty. It's hideous, isn't it?" "Julian is a tasteless barbarian." Cassian sneered, gently stroking my scars. His tone was incredibly firm. "I would never harm a work of art. And you, Calista, are a masterpiece. I would sooner destroy myself than mar you." The sunset spilled onto us through the studio's stained glass. We were less than four inches apart. Looking into my eyes, Cassian couldn't help but lean down to kiss my lips. But the next second, a violently fierce aura smashed the studio door open!

Adrian was at his desk, nursing a brutal hangover and an even more brutal regret, when his office door burst open. Cassian strode in like a thunderstorm. His gray eyes were blazing. His jaw was set. He did not bother with pleasantries. "Get out," he said to James, who was standing frozen in the corner with a tablet in his hands. James looked at Adrian. Adrian nodded wearily. James fled. Cassian slammed the door behind him and crossed the room until he was standing directly in front of Adrian's desk. The tension between them was palpable—two predators circling each other, neither willing to back down.

Kael's POV: As we walked off the training grounds, Lila fell into step beside me. We didn't say a word, but I could feel the tension between us. It was as if the fight had broken down some kind of barrier, and now we were seeing each other in a new light. As we approached the pack's living quarters, Cassian called out to us. "Kael, Lila, I need to see you in my den." We exchanged a look and then followed Cassian into his den. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles to light the way. Cassian gestured for us to sit, and then began to pace back and forth.

“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.