Cassidy Boon Novels & Stories

Cassidy shouted. I looked at Cassidy “Cassidy are you alright?” I asked “yes I am Arnold, it’s just that me and my friends bullied Scarlet nonstop, Scarlet ran away from home and found out that she was murdered by William’s biological mother me and friends regretted our decision to bullied her” Cassidy exclaimed. 24hrs later

"You really did say that. All through sophomore year, you were obsessed with Serena being secretly royal or something. Remember that theory about her being descended from Morgan le Fay?" Cassidy waves her hand dramatically, rings glinting in the lamplight. "Turns out, she might actually be a goddess incarnate. I win. I've always had amazing intuition, you know. It's my superpower." We laugh—a small, real laugh that bubbles up from somewhere genuine. The kind that eases the tightness in your chest for a moment and makes you remember what normal feels like.

But it is mine. "So you told mom then?" Oliver asks as I begin packing for boot camp. All the light material they said when they called yesterday and said me and Oliver had gotten in and passed most examinations. All that's left now is 10–12 weeks of boot camp and then back before our first deployment, which could be weeks or months. "Yeah. Not happy and I think she's going to rip Dad a new one as well, with how pissed she looked at him" "Cassssi," our 4-year-old sister, Sophia, shouts as she enters my room. She can't say my name properly so she settles for the nickname of Cassi. Most people now call me Cassi, or just Cass for short. I don't mind it.

Try to calm down dad. -- Are you working at Morgane's wedding? -- Yes mom. I serve food and drink to the guests. -- What? What are you telling me Cassandra? You are not a maid to serve food to people at a wedding ceremony. Besides, you're only 16 years old. Come home right now and that's an order.

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.

And no one dared whisper anything but respect. I was Cassidy Blackwood—Dante’s wife, mother of his child, and his fiercely competent personal secretary who ran the 78th-floor empire with the same ruthless precision he’d once used to dismantle Vanessa’s empire. The title had started as a joke between us in the early rebuilding days—“You need someone who knows every dirty secret and still loves you anyway,” I’d teased one night while curled naked in his lap on the lake house couch, his cum still leaking down my thighs. He’d hired me the next morning. No nepotism. No favoritism. I’d earned every promotion through 3 a.m. strategy sessions, ruthless efficiency, and the kind of loyalty forged in g

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.

We sat at our table after greeting everyone. "Hi, Layla." I hear a young girl's voice making me look to my side. I quickly got up, seeing an all-grown-up, beautiful Cassidy walking toward us. She had just turned ten when they had left for Italy; she was now a beautiful woman, all grown up. "Cassidy? Oh my God, look at you? You're all grown-up. Oh, you're so beautiful." I say, hugging her tightly. "You should say! You're gorgeous. And who's this beautiful princess?" she asks, looking at Zoey, making her giggle.

"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 was it. Beside me, Cassy stared out the window, her hand resting absently on her stomach. She'd been quieter than usual lately, her thoughts drifting somewhere I couldn't follow. As much as I wanted her to share my enthusiasm, I understood why she didn't. Being the Moon Goddess, an Alpha, and now a mother. Her world was heavier than mine. So I bit down my joy, keeping it tempered. But it wasn't easy. The moment we stepped out of the car, Cassy's mother wasted no time. She swooped in, collecting Cassy and Vivi along with the other women. "Come on, girls," she said, ushering them toward the healers.