Cassian X Reader Novels & Stories

“He’s ours.” Luka crouched down, gripping Xavier’s jaw hard. “You have one chance to live. Tell us everything.” While they interrogated him, my mind raced to Cassie. She must be terrified. Alone. Sore from us and now knocked out by this traitor. The thought made my chest physically ache. I turned away, fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my skin. “We’re getting her back. Tonight.” Caspian nodded, eyes burning with the same lethal promise. “And when we do, whoever took her is going to wish they’d never been born.”

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.”

Then the assistant said "And she is claiming" I stepped forward. “Claiming what?” The assistant looked at me with something like pity. “That you married Cassian knowing exactly what you were doing.” My blood ran cold. “And that,” she finished, “you’re not the victim in this story.” Cassian finally looked shaken. I whispered, “What did she tell them?” His voice was low. Dangerous. “She told them,” he said, “that you planned this.” SADIE SINCLAIR The war did not announce itself.

"You smell so incredibly good." Twenty minutes later, the steam from the hot shower had completely cleared. I stepped out wearing nothing but my underwear and Cassian’s oversized shirt. The hem hung loosely off my frame, brushing against my bare thighs, while the sleeves completely swallowed my hands. Driven by a desperate, romantic need to be anchored by his presence, I walked straight down the quiet corridor and pushed open the heavy oak doors of his study, completely forgetting to knock. Cassian was seated behind a massive mahogany desk, illuminated only by the soft gold glow of a brass lamp. He was deeply engrossed in a leather-bound book. He didn't even lift his gaze from the pages, yet

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…”

Right now, they had a war to fight. "Come with me",Cassie said and grabbed Xavier's hands. ... Hello readers ❤️ Author here😊 Thanks for following me so far on this journey with Serena and Kendrick. The story is finally unfolding so be tuned for more chapters to come. Remember to leave your reviews and what you think about the book. I love you ❤️❤️❤️

"Their assumptions only help me." His eyes narrowed, a brief flash of confusion darkening his gaze. He was used to predictability—to women who leaned in, who laughed on cue, who melted beneath his touch. Elise, with her cool detachment, was not fitting neatly into any pattern he recognized. And it angered him—not just because she resisted, but because he felt powerless to stop craving her. "I never could read you," Cassian said softly, frustration lacing his voice. She turned her face slightly, eyes locking onto his with a precise, almost surgical intensity. "That's because you never tried."

It was all too much, and I was not sure how much longer I could keep Lebanon in check. When I reached the healer’s quarters, I pushed the door open and froze. Cassian was sitting beside Sera’s bed, reading to her from a book. His voice was soft, steady, and she was listening, her eyes half-closed but alive. For a moment, I just stood there, watching them. Sera looked better—not great, but better. Cassian glanced at me, his expression unreadable, then went back to reading. Sera did not even look my way.

As I stood by the counter slicing the strawberries, I began making a silent prayer for Raya to come back; she was already very late, and that only made me feel worried. When the sound of heavy, slow footsteps and keys echoed down the hallway, I smiled. "You are late, Raya," I said seriously, pretending to be upset. But when the footsteps paused in the kitchen doorway and no response came through, I shifted and turned. My breath instantly caught. Cassian stood still, shirtless, with a single towel tossed lazily over his shoulder, and his damp hair curled slightly at the edges. "I'm not her," he answered casually. Of course he wasn't; I wasn't blind!

she confidently let's out. I shake my head, snorting at the thought of her and Cassian being more than occasional lovers. She is genuinely interested in more than a timely fuck but Cassian doesn't want more, he's the bachelor of the year and he's got a fiancé somewhere, a little billionaire heiress trying to get through college. I've met her, and to be honest she's not his type, she is too young, too timid and ordinary for Cassian but Xena isn't much of a good match herself.