Cassian Andor X Reader Novels & Stories

In the book, Kaiden represented the kind of chivalry we had come to believe no longer existed. Back to the situation at hand. Because Xander walked so close to me, I had to take a step back. Xander gave me a naive smile, but I could tell from the malicious look in his eyes that danger lingered around him. This was not something that could be hidden. "Why did you step back, Cassie?" he said in a tone that suggested flirtation. "I do not bite unless you want me to." That made me feel sick to my stomach and disgusted me to no end. Even if it was meant as a jest, it still felt awful all the same.

He rose slowly, pressing his forehead to mine, one hand still cupping me possessively. “Still think you can walk away from this?” he whispered. Somewhere below, Jonas called my name again, closer this time, footsteps on the stairs. Cassian smiled against my lips. “Run if you want, little girl,” he breathed. “But we both know you’ll be wet for me all night.” He stepped back, licked his fingers clean while watching me struggle to pull my jeans up with shaking hands, then turned and disappeared between the stacks like a shadow. I stood there, back pressed to the shelves, legs barely holding me, tasting myself on the air and hearing his promise echo in my head.

CASSANDRA’S POV I don’t remember the days I woke up with a smile on my face, not for long. These days am getting too much of habituated to it. Last night I slept talking to Ivan on phone. We spoke about our favourite books. Ivan has a similar taste of books as mine. I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything.

“But just five minutes. In interrogation.” Then finally, grudgingly, the arrogant one gestured for me to follow. I kept my expression neutral as he led me through a maze of concrete and fluorescent light, past desks, officers, and the smell of cheap coffee and burnt ego. My heels clicked with confidence. We stopped in front of a grey door. He opened it with a buzz, and I walked in alone. Cassian sat at the table, hands cuffed, eyes lowered. His knuckles were red, a bruise bloomed purple under his cheekbone and dried blood crusted at the corner of his lip, but he looked… infuriatingly calm. Unbothered.

"Oh, Cassian! Silly Lyra!" DON’T "OH, CASSIAN" HIM, YOU COWARD! her mind countered. TELL HIM THE TRUTH! "YES, I PROPOSED TO A ROBOT BUTLER! YES, I ASKED JULIEN IF STARS CAN READ DANTE! YES, I—" "Julien seemed... amused," Cassian murmured. "Said you were very unusual last night" He tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "That is interesting.’"

Randell laughed coldly and said, "You're really something, Cassidy Stanford. You can even resort to faking a red alert notification just to cause trouble with me on purpose. "Fine. You don't have money for the hotel, you say? I've already received the refund for the canceled room. I'll just extend the stay for you again." He suddenly softened his tone like he was sounding helpless about the situation. "Cassie, there really isn't anything going on between me and Evelyn. I only went back this time because I didn't want to watch her life get destroyed for the rest of her life. Be good and behave yourself. And stop making such a fuss about it!

Rylan's POV When I finally woke, it was already noon. My first thought was to strangle Cassia. I was Shadow Pack's Alpha-sharp, calculating. No one had ever managed to outsmart me. No one had ever gotten the upper hand on me. And yet somehow, I'd been played by Cassia. An omega. Fury burned through me. I scanned the room, but she was gone. Even her luggage had disappeared. A strange unease gripped me-then pain slammed into my chest as if something had been ripped straight from my heart.

Fuck this shit! “No,” I said firmly. “You’re underestimating something.” Cassian’s face flashed in my mind. That look in his eyes. The one from my dream when he made me look at Stefano pinned to the wall. His calm controlled expression. The way he looks at everyone is different from how he looks at me but there was some sort of hunger in his eyes. For power obviously and blood. Fuck the thought sent shivers down my spine. “There’s something wrong here,” I continued, lowering my voice so that nobody passing could hear. “And you’re not seeing it.”

He reached for Ortiz’s body. “Leave him.” My command cracked through the room. “Answers come first.” “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Anastasia’s screech scraped against my eardrums. Zane paused at the threshold, fingers curling around the door handle. Without turning, he said, “The last person you want to lie to.” Then, over his shoulder, with quiet, vicious pride: “Oh—and she’s my true Luna.” The door slammed. Anastasia’s screamed about whatever the fuck, I didn’t listen or care.

######## Author's Note: Andrea wasn't marked - Caspian directed his fangs into her arm instead. Just wanted to make it clear. :D