Cassidy Boon Novels & Stories

I said and showed her my thumb. “It may look like a superficial wound, but we have to cleanse that or it might get worse. Come, sit here, hun.” She patted the empty chair in front of her desk and I sat there obediently while she tended my wound. “So, I believe you are the niece of the headmistress?” “Um, yeah. My name's Cassidy, by the way,” I said, feeling a bit awkward. It seemed like everybody knew about me. News does travel fast in this school I guessed.

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.

Cassidy concluded her rant, her hands on her hips. “Soo…. the little firecracker is on our side now?” Elijah asked with a chuckle. “Apparently. Our girl works magic that much we know.” I shrugged. “Who the hell do you think you are!?” Jane finally came to her senses, getting up and dusting off her skirt. “I know who I am. I am Cassidy London Summers. I am the daughter of Hope and Emily Summers. I am the best friend of Riko Shiraishi. And I am the girl that will kick your ass if you mess with my friend or what is hers again.” Cassidy snorted.

him again. My name is Cassandra, though I am more commonly known as Cassie. I am 16, and will be 17 tomorrow, I’m 5’5” tall, with long brown hair that reaches my waist and chocolate brown coloured eyes, and I am currently severely underweight though I wasn’t always underweight, I used to be toned, athletic even, though I wasn't in the training programme, but when Alpha Sven and Luna Lily left the pack 6 months ago, to tend to the pack’s businesses, everything changed for me.

“Daisy Greene passed away during childbirth, and since she had no family in Bay City, we chose to adopt her newborn—Cassidy.” Cassie’s brow arched ever so slightly. She hadn’t expected Madame Rima to dig this deep—nor to parade her origins so publicly, at an event of this magnitude. Zandrie shifted beside her, his expression darkening, clearly ready to intervene. One subtle look from Cassie stopped him cold. She wanted to see where this was going. And she couldn’t help but admire—begrudgingly—the precision of the attack. Using Jefferson Holt as the audience was no accident.

“I don’t have time for dramatics. If you want to go, go.” Her throat burned, but she forced herself to keep her chin up. “You know what? I will.” He didn’t even answer. He simply nodded and went back to tapping the screen of his phone. Ava arrived less than an hour later with her suitcase rolling behind her and her long braids swinging from left to right. Ava had been Cassia's best friend since college. She was loud and extroverted where Cassia sad quiet, she was reckless where Cassia was careful.

Zero announces. My head remains down replaying his words, now is when I wish I had my hood to make me invisible to him. I touch my covered neck as I do a lot. The idea of getting it stops when I am reminded of a girl named Cassidy. Met her only once at the bus station, I was fifteen, she told me she left home to run away with a guy, said he was her first everything until she found out she was nothing but a free fuck, never saw her again.

His dark eyes held hers, intense and searching. "You're good at this," she said. "Teaching. You should do it more often." "I'm good at keeping people safe. It's different." "Is it?" Before he could answer, Vera's voice cut through the moment. "Sorry to interrupt, but we've got a situation." William stepped back immediately, his expression shifting to business mode. "What kind of situation?" "Cassidy Monroe just posted on social media. You'll want to see this." Vera held out her phone. On the screen was a photo, Cassidy and Jude, both looking windswept and happy, with a caption that made Maddison's blood boil:

“You’re literally injured, Rhett, and now you’re in practice? I told you not to come. Glad I decided to stop by.” By now, Rhett has realized what game I’m playing because he shoves my arm and glares down at me harshly. But the damage is already done. I can hear the frantic whispering from his teammates, and best of all, Cassidy Green is standing at the other side of the bleachers, filming the whole interaction for her TikTok account. She’s a popular puck bunny, and half of Blackridge follows her account where she posts everything about them from training to hangouts, parties… This is going to keep the entire campus talking for weeks—Rhett Reed, the mighty bad boy captain, needing a protector

“Listen, Evelyn. I would not bring this up if I did not think it was going to be a good opportunity. It is just like you said. You still have two months left until you have to go to San Francisco, and in the time you are here, unless you agree to let me help you out, you will have to get a job and this is the best offer right now. “Besides, Cassian knows you and he would trust you to take care of his kid, so, that makes the process for getting the job easier than any other you could try for.” I sighed as I thought about the man. Cassian James. Cassian was my brother’s best friend. They had been best friends nearly all their lives, ever since they could talk. Everett grew up with him. While t