Novel & Cerita Cassian Andor Books

I cringed at the thought. After a quick military bath, that was a less than five-minute bath. I wore casual clothing and then left our mansion. I left at eight am exactly in my black race car towards Sebastian’s home. Okay I wasn’t that rich but that was one of the advantages of having rich foster parents.

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

Author: ~~~ Five months later… In the hospital's private wing, Cassian paces a jagged line between the water cooler and the reinforced oak doors. Every few seconds, a raw, gut-wrenching scream tears through the wood, and he flinches like he’s taking a physical blow. He’s an Alpha who has survived two lifetimes of war, but right now, he looks ready to snap.

It had been so long since I last called him that. I was ten years old when my world split into a before and an after. Before that, life had been modest but warm, wrapped in the comforting embrace of my parents' love. Then my mother died of illness. My father's business crumbled. And just like that, we owed an unfathomable debt to the Andor family. Cassian had come to collect. I could still remember the scene vividly—my father pushing me towards him without a shred of hesitation. "Mr. Andor," he said with a forced smile, "I'll leave my daughter with you as collateral. Once I earn enough, I'll come back and redeem her. Surely you can trust me not to run now?"

Ambrose remarked before sticking a cigarette into his mouth. Sharp as a tack, Cassian deftly picked up the lighter on the desk and lit the cigarette for Ambrose, which made him take note of Cassian's quick wit. He inhaled deeply before asking, "Have you read the historical novel, Triumph of the Three States, before, Cassian?" "I have." Cassian was a little perplexed. He wasn't sure why Ambrose had suddenly brought the book up. "In that case, who do you like more, Bowen Lavigne or Cenric Cassidy?" Ambrose followed up with another question, to which Cassian looked even more mystified.

The one who shattered my control and walked out like it hadn’t meant a goddamn thing. I scrubbed the clip back, zeroed in on the still frame. Froze it. Zoomed in until the pixels blurred. But even through the grain, I could see it, that defiance, raw and unfiltered. That mouth. The one that spit fire and tasted like trouble. That mouth that told me, I don’t care what you want. My chest clenched. Not with emotion. With focus. The comm panel on my desk beeped. Cassian stepped in, smooth as always, dressed in obsidian. He carried a folder in one hand and the quiet certainty of a man who never came empty-handed.

Cassian adopted the posture of a predator, his gaze fixed on me, waiting for the slightest opening to strike without mercy. I pulled my legs closer to my body. I was completely cornered by him, and he showed no hurry. Cassian leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped. The red-eyed raven on his forearm stared at me menacingly, as if it might tear through his skin and fly at me with its sharp claws. “I already told you. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice trembled as my eyes burned with the tears welling up. Calmly, Cassian raised a hand to his lips, covering them. The light reflected in his silver eyes, veins pulsing in his arm as his breathing grew slower and deepe

Locked behind layers. She entered the override. And then she saw it. PROJECT RAZORFALL – OPERATIVE DOSSIER Subject: CASSIAN VALE. Status: AWOL. High-Level Clearance. Former Architect of Revenant Protocol. Anais stared. Lines of data, mission logs, schematics—all pointed to one fact: Cassian hadn’t just fought against Cerberus. He helped build it. Before he defected. Before he ran. And before he met her. She staggered back.

I slapped a hand over my mouth. Oh no. Adrian’s aura darkened like a storm front rolling in. “Cassian,” I whispered, “run.” “Nonsense,” Cassian said proudly. “This is an intervention of love.” “Cassian,” I tried again, “RUN.” Adrian moved. Fast. So fast. Cassian yelped and vanished back into the house, screaming, “HE’S GOING TO MURDER ME—TELL MY STORIES—KEEP MY ARTWORK—BURN MY SECRET JOURNAL—NOT THE ONE UNDER THE BED, THE OTHER ONE—”