Cassian Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

“Understood.” I set the phone down and stayed in the chair. Ending Silas was clean in my head. It had always been clean. What wasn’t clean was the fact that I kept checking the stairs for a man who would not look at me. Cassian came down at four for water. He stopped when he saw me, then walked to the sink anyway. “The interview went fine,” he said, not quite to me. “I heard.” “Maya said you stayed off the floor.” “You asked.”

says Cayce, "I get it in the shower, the kitchen. Bennet even tried the garage the other day and-" "That folks," says Reza forcefully, "is for another bonus chapter. Or if the author changes his mind and creates a sequel, we'll hear the details of Cayce and Bennet's escapades in there. But for now, that's all." "Bye!" says Cayce. "Have a good one," says Reza. -End of bonus-

“You’re free. Legally speaking.” I laughed weakly but joyously. “That’s a strange thing to celebrate.” “It’s still worth celebrating,” Mary replied. The press waited for us but the tone had changed. Their questions were cautious and respectful now. Cassian didn't want to talk too much so he simply gave a single statement. “This chapter is closed,” he said. “My focus is my family.” He didn't mention his father or give room for debate and I was in huge support of it. We were almost at the car when I felt it.

“At the Harrington estate. Their daughter just got engaged to the oil heir from Norway. They want a joint cover feature.” I stared at him. “So I’m a pawn now in someone else’s PR move?” Felix didn’t blink. “You were always a pawn.” I stood. “You know, you could try being human once in a while.” “I’m not paid for humanity. I’m paid for control.” Later that night, Cassian finally came home. He carried the scent of wind, leather, and the vibrant energy of Manhattan nights. With a casual shrug, he tossed off his coat, loosened his tie, and poured himself a drink. Didn’t look at me.

" In a twisted exchange, Cassian cut me off before I finished my statement. But he didn't speak. Instead, his hand moved at lightening speed, and before I knew it, blood was spilling everywhere. I gasped in horror as I took a few steps back. In his hand,he held the still beating heart of the maid, who was now lifeless. For a second, I almost thought that it was a horrible nightmare. But it wasn't. It was real. He had actually snatched her heart from her chest so fast that I didn't even see it happen. And as I covered my mouth and stared at the scene in front of me in abysmal shock, Cassian went ahead and declared, "No man, woman or god that dares to take you away from me will survive long en

It was back to quiet once more. Not awkward. Just thoughtful. After a while Cassian headed towards one of the tables, close to the windows. There was a last archive folder, too. The final item left out of the box. He picked it up. Examined it for a while. Then return it to its base. Finished. The gesture was just perfect in every regard. I rested my head against the table's rim. “Are you familiar with where you're going?” "Hopefully." "That's not an answer."

Cassie asks. They go over to the bookcases, and they all started looking for books that could have something on the relic but there was just a slight mention of it or a paragraph. But no pictures or anything that matches anything in the publications. Cassie goes back over to the bookcase and notices a book up high. She grabs the ladder and goes up it to get the book. "Cassie Be careful, you could fall." Nathan said going over to her helping her down. "Let me look in this book," Cassie said.

Cassius could also tell that this woman was greedy for money, so long as there was money that attracted her, she would definitely not leave. Cassius found a coffee shop nearby that there were few customers and brought her in. Towards this kind of place, Bonnie was a little reserved, she must have never been to this kind of place in her life. After sitting down and ordering the tea, Bonnie asked Cassius, "When are you going to give me the money? Then I'll tell you." Cassius frowned, Makenzie was a little angry, "You do dare to ask for money, but it's generous to give you money. Did you not have any conscience about what you did that year?"

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 didn’t lift his eyes. Jacques’ espresso arrived—scalding, bitter. Her hands trembled as she lifted the cup. A dark arc of liquid spilled, seeping into “Section 7B: Icebreaker Routes,” spreading like constellations across the page. Cassian’s voice cut through the silence. “Clean it. Before the ink sets.” He never looked at the spill. Never looked at her. His gaze remained fixed ahead, as though the room contained only documents and ghosts. Her pulse thundered as she blotted the stain with Selene’s lace handkerchief. He did not sigh. He did not frown. He did not care.