Cassidy Boon Novels & Stories

BFTA 38 The Hunt was an hour away and Cassy found herself on the verge of a nervous breakdown. A faint feeling of deja vu gripped her as she stood in a straight line of maidens, who were awaiting the Moon Goddess's blessings before venturing into the peaks beyond the Castle. Months ago, she had stood in a similar line, confused. Her life had changed so much since then. She had gone from that woman to who she was now. But who was she now? She was still a very confused Cassy who was waiting in line to be chosen by an Alpha.

I ordered my men furiously. I felt like I wanted to smash my phone to the ground or shot the sky aimlessly with my gun to just let this negative energy out of my system. But then Cassie would be scared if she saw my dark side unintentionally. "Who the hell is Carina? Who is she? Is she the one who made the bomb prank? Tell me," Cassie grabbed my arm and demanded my explanation. Her eyes were straight looking into mine and I didn't know how I should explain to her about this now.

Cassidy was pouring herself another shot, while Breyona grabbed a few containers of ice cream from the freezer. “We’re just teasing…” Cassidy giggled and tossed back the strong-scented liquor. Her perfect pout remained in place even though I knew her throat must be burning. “…I think every she-wolf dreams of meeting her mate that way. It’s just so strange seeing Asher wrapped around someone’s finger with how untouchable he can be.”

"Cassidy." "I know." "Cassidy Eloise Lane. " "I know, Avery." "You drunkenly married Damien Blackwood." "Yes." "The Damien Blackwood." "Yes." "The one Tristan has talked about at every family dinner for three years." "Yes." "The one Tristan once called, and I quote, the most powerful man under forty in American business. " "Yes." "The one whose holiday party Tristan has been systematically excluded from — " "Avery." "Sorry. Sorry. I am processing. Give me one second."

The crying had disturbed one who had been weaned and raised on the notion that weakness was to be shown only to close family, if ever. And now she was sitting close to the fireplace, a blanket round her and a warm mug of wine clasped in her small hands. “I’m searching for my sister,” she said. “They said she had been taken across the border. I’ve never been this far south before.” “What’s your name, girl?” Drago asked, holding up his hand when he saw that Xander was about to speak. “Cassie,” she said. “That is, Princess Cassandra of Alba. And if you ever come across Adam Campbell, tell him I hate him and I wouldn’t marry him now if he were the last person in the land.”

Or maybe it was just me—still trembling from what I’d seen, still raw with the new understanding of the world I’d willingly stepped into. Cassidy sat in the center of the room, legs crossed as if she were at brunch instead of bound to a steel chair with her wrists tied behind her. Her hair was still perfectly curled. She wore lipstick. The audacity. “Well, if it isn’t the corpse bride,” she sneered, coughing up a bit of red. I stood behind the desk where Icarus leaned silently, arms crossed. He’d handed this one to me. Said it was mine if I wanted it. And God, I did.

Instead, she glanced back at Steven's body, "In that case it shouldn't sound so surprising to you that I need to eat. It's been almost two decades since I last had a meal." "I have a fridge filled with blood bags. O negative. Just the ones you love." Kyle replied, flashing her a warm smile. Cassidy still didn't take his hand as she walked ahead of him. With a small smile, the man retracted his hand and placed both behind his back as he walked alongside her. "I don't want blood bags, Kyle. I need to feed from a living human. Someone who's heart pumps warm blood. And since I know you won't let me do that to any of your pack members, I'll gladly go to New Jersey." She said and disappeared.

“No… Cass….” Cassidy’s eyes flickered from the pained face of the Guardian back to the child. Despite the sticky red liquid running down the front of her dress in rivulets, she was just as adorable as Cassidy remembered from the night before. “Are you hurt, Bonnie?” Cassidy asked, taking a step forward. “I knew you’d come back.” Bonnie ran to her, and as if compelled to protect the child so like herself, Cassidy dropped to her knees, sliding the Glock into the back of her waistband, embracing her, not concerned about Faye’s blood covering her T-shirt and jeans.

Cassie felt embarrassed that everyone knew they had been intimate the night before. "Mother what are you getting at?" Nathan asked. "Cassie is not a pure blood; she is a half blood." Laura said. Cassie head snapped up from looking at her hand. Her mother had written and told Laura she was a half blood. "Did you know Cassie?" Laura asked.