Cassian Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

If you act recklessly, think something you shouldn't, and do something you shouldn't, then I can't promise to do anything to you. She is not a good person. She has a grudge, a grudge, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Xianbei scared out a cold sweat. It seems that she guessed right, Cassie really knows these things! Cassie chuckled, rubbed the ring on the receiver's hand, and casually said, 'You've done very well this time. I'm going to give you a bonus of one million. Go to the finance department and get it later.'

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.

I tore through villages, interrogated strangers, burned down outposts, destroyed everything and everyone that stood between me and the one thing I needed, Her. And still, she slipped through my fingers. Still, she vanished like smoke, like she had never existed at all. But today, today, the world shifted. Today the moon goddess must have decided to smile on me, because that was the only reason I could think of that could have brought the good news that had come in form of Cassian. Cassian entered my office without knocking. A stupid choice on any other day, but I didn’t so much as lift my head. I was seated at my desk, staring at the open map I’d studied for so long the edges had begun to fr

He lowered his head, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that was slow, deep, and intoxicatingly thorough. It gentleness didn't last for long. The moment my lips parted for him, our mate bond erupted into a blinding, golden blaze that washed out the last lingering traces of weakness in my bones. Cassian groaned against my mouth, his grip tightening in my hair as he pulled me upward against his chest, mapping every curve of my body against his heat, kissing me as if he were rewriting every painful memory my father had ever left on my skin.

Cassian's POV The urgency at which I climbed into the room, brushing the bartender aside, baffled me. Up until now, fighting for the throne of my father was the last time I'd ever been this riled up. This demonic zeal to claim something I almost couldn't do without. To lay down all I'm worth at the table of desire. My beast seized the cue to switch sides, panting on the defensive with claws flashed. I attempted to pass a clear-cut warning to the man on whose scrawny laps I found Rhoda, but it came out in a repressed growl, "Get your filthy hands off my girl."

His mouth moved wordlessly, as if he was cursing yet also begging me. As for Curtis, his loyal lapdog, he had long since disappeared without a trace. I heard he was the first to sneak away like a coward when the security guard started clearing the place out. Of course, when times got tough, the rest would bail. The elevator descended smoothly. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, at my T-shirt and flip-flops. It was time to say goodbye to this chapter of my life. … A week later, in the Neal residence, I sat by the pool as I leisurely sipped on some coffee.

"For once in your damn life, stay where I put you." The door shut hard behind him, the echo rattling the glass walls. I lay there, trembling, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the blanket. The blood and the laughter of the rogue still haunted me—but so did the memory of Cassian's heartbeat, steady and furious beneath my cheek. A/N I made this chapter longer because I’ve been a bit inconsistent. I’m sorry about that guys. Let me know what you think.

Lucian noticed her trembling hand. Without a word, he reached for it. She looked up. “You saw it too?” He nodded. “Yes.” “Who was she?” “I don’t know.” “But she wanted us to see her.” ⸻ Cassian slowly reopened the Book. Every page was blank. Not a single image remained. He turned another page. Nothing. Another. Still nothing. Aurelius frowned. “That’s impossible.” Cassian’s voice was barely above a whisper. “The Book has never hidden its memories.”

“No. Absolutely not. Put a bullet in my skull instead.” Cassian is currently anchoring himself to the heavy oak doorframe of my quarters, his fingers clawing at the wood with white-knuckled desperation. He is an elite fifteen-year-old assassin bound to me by a blood contract, a kid who can slice a man’s carotid artery without blinking, but right now he is behaving like a bratty toddler being dragged to a dentist appointment. “We are going out,” I say, grabbing the back of his oversized denim jacket and pulling with everything I’ve got. “Move your ass.”

“If it weren’t for you and your fucking savior complex just to humiliate me, nobody would be talking about that.” Cassian doesn’t answer me; I’m not even sure if he hears the words. All I know is that his eyes automatically drop to my bare chest, tracing the muscles of my stomach before his tongue darts out to lick his lips—a quick, completely unconscious movement that he probably doesn’t even realize he does. But I see it. Fucking hell.