Cassidy Afton Novelas e Histórias

Cassidy replied. Cassidy’s mother understood her daughter wanting popularity but what she couldn’t fathom was why she had to go to such lengths to be liked. As Cassidy stood in front of the mirror in her room, she carefully took off her blond wig and put it on the mannequin and wiped the makeup off her face so she could see her real self. The only real thing about Cassidy was her blue eyes and her love of being popular. The truth was that she had red wavy hair and freckles and at home it felt good to be herself. She would always wear pink and other bright pastel colours for school but at home she couldn’t wait to take them off and slip into her much more comfortable dark clothes. A black pai

No more keeping things from each other, you promised me. Cassie: I know dad. David Wolf: Then tell me, why did you convinced Mr Hunt to call them back? Cassie: Dad, I'm Cassandra Wolf, daughter of David Wolf. Whatever had happened in the past, is and will be in the past. I'm not scared of people's questioning eyes and pity talks anymore. I'm your daughter, and I will stand up again with my dignity and pride. David Wolf: Oh yeah! Then let's talk about the case.

Now I had to give up another sister. "Silas, Gino and I are going out tonight. Like a date I guess. You know, to get to know each other and stuff," Cassidy said. I found it precious that she still found the need to inform me of her whereabouts but until she completed the bond with her mate, I was still her Alpha and I guess she still needed my permission. "That's fine, Cassy." She looked at me with wide eyes that resembled our father's, dark brown, "You're cool with it?"

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.

The air tensed like a pulled bowstring as Vincenzo turned to the crowd, his voice louder now. “Cassidy Garrison, daughter of Beta Dean, was imprisoned two days ago. She confessed to forging Luna Ashley’s signature to gain access to the pack’s vault on the day of our mating ceremony.” As these words came out of his mouth, the entire audience gasped in chorus, like they weren’t aware of this incident before. Even Alpha Kai asked in surprise. “She did … what???” “She wanted to see the gifts arranged for Ashley!” Vincenzo announced, the venom beneath his calmness aimed directly at Beta Dean.

"Because I'd much rather stay here and strip you out of that gorgeous dress. It would look perfect draped over the chair in the corner of our room." Color stains her cheeks as she does a little twirl. "You like?" My gaze falls to her backside. "Umm, I don't just like it. I love it." Cassidy has never been one for slinky outfits or overly girlie things. So, this is a total surprise. One I'm absolutely loving. "You know we can't cancel," she says. "We haven't seen Brooklyn and Austin, or Luke, in months. I've missed them. We have a lot of catching up to do."

“This is yours, Arya. I should have given you this before now, but it totally slipped my mind.” Nine pairs of eyes zoned in on us, watching our exchange. Cassie Fletcher was a household name. Apart from being the spoiled last child of her wealthy parents, she was also a top model for high end brands. They were probably wondering how Cassie and I knew each other. I took the flowers from her and placed them on my lap, my face blank. I was in no mood to pretend to be happy that she was here when I knew she only wanted to cause trouble.

She didn’t even know his name until Lena told her. Owen Reyes. Nineteen. Wanted to be a mechanic. Elara leaned back in her chair, eyes closed for a moment. She could feel the rage settling deeper now, no longer hot and blinding but cold, deliberate. Cassidy had given her a gift without realizing it — not just a reason to strike harder, but the knowledge that her enemy was already fraying at the edges. Across the city, Cassidy stood on her penthouse balcony, watching the streets below. The wind caught her hair, and she smiled faintly to herself.