Cassidy Boseman Novels & Stories

"The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways." Caius frowns at him. "You're making sense, so how am I supposed to make her break the rules in her own will?" "Perhaps, seperating her from the Alpha King would be your first step." Beau's sense of hearing heightened. "He might completely own her this time." Before Caius could react, his gut feeling got to him like an electric shock paralyzing his whole body. His senses went dull, and all he could feel was the wrenching pain itching its way in his chest.

“Your beginning.” Cassidy looked at her cup. Then at Nova. “I was eight,” she said. “When they found me. A woman came to our house — we were living in Boise, my mom and me, no pack. The woman said she was from the Luna registry. She said I had been identified as a carrier. That there was a program. That I would be educated, trained, protected.” She paused. “My mother was a single woman with a daughter who glowed sometimes when she was scared. She said yes.”

“I think you’re terrified of looking weak.” His laugh sounded rough. “You really do turn everything into a psychology project.” “And you turn everything into a performance.” “That’s rich coming from someone filming my life for views.” “At least I’m honest about it.” His eyes flashed dangerously. “Honest? You don’t know the first thing about honesty, Maya.” Before I could answer, the overhead speakers crackled alive suddenly. “Attention Northridge students,” Cassandra’s polished voice announced smoothly across the athletic center. “Tomorrow’s special Redemption Season livestream event will officially feature Leo Thorne’s Romantic Weekend Getaway.”

One looked younger than me, another kept rubbing her fingers together, and the last stood rigidly with her eyes fixed straight ahead. Cassidy was the third to speak. "I stand in for Lisa," she said. "Emergency review candidate. Surrogate pregnancy. Active Meridian exposure through Alpha Cameron of Wild Fangs." There was no attempt to make me sound pitiful. A few women looked in my direction before returning their attention to the front. The woman at the front made a note in her folder as the older leader looked toward Cassidy. "Why are you standing for this civilian, and what is your relationship to her?"

Cassie looked cute in her pink jeans and pink and white NFL jersey, her red hair pulled into a ponytail and secured with a ribbon that matched the one in Brian’s beard. “I’m here!”

“I can’t believe this is happening. Thank you so very much Adrian.” “Cassidy.. please bring the documents over for Miss Kane to sign.” He orders and she walks over majestically with a suitcase and hands it to Adrain. She’s tall, slender like the models on TV. She had brown eyes and her skin glows so much I envy her. She has on a pink shirt which has some buttons undone, tucked into a black funnel mouth trousers. “This is Cassidy Meyer. My lawyer. Here, you can go through it, although it’s flexible and really profitable.”

Living as two person is such a pain in the ass but I love every second of it. I still get the fame and the private life that I've always wanted. I was born as Cassie Edwards, your typical nerd at school that always wear braces and glasses. Not to mention that I'm the second daughter of Billy Edwards who is a famous businessman. I have one big sister and 3 older brothers. Yes, that's a lot. But I live as another identity too. I made Katherina Locks. I've been modelling since I was 15 and now I'm 18 years old. I joined a famous model agency called the McCoy Models.

Victoria's heart started racing, the thought of facing Mbanefo face to face on Live Tv made her fear abit but then she has to maintain same confidence on that day. "I can do this," she said it more to herself than King. "I know you can." King kissed her forehead. "But first, breakfast. " They were halfway with the pancakes when Amanda called. "Turn on the news," she said without preamble. "Channel Seven. Now." King grabbed the remote. The morning news filled the screen,CASSIE WILLIAMS AWAKENS FROM COMA - FUNERAL SHOOTING VICTIM RECOVERING The reporter stood outside Mercy General Hospital. "Cassie Williams, the twenty-six-year-old woman shot during Senator Donald Okereke's funeral three weeks

Though I bet, Cassidy thinks all men are that type. I took a chance leaning forward to talk to her. This will be my last chance to talk to her where she can’t just get up and leave. Oh, how wrong I was. Cassidy’s hand suddenly shoots up like a rocket heading for space. “Mrs. Graham? May I use the bathroom pass?” Cassidy quickly found an excuse. Fuck. Mrs. Graham cleared her throat and nodded to the hall pass. “Make it quick. Miss Summers.” Either she really needs to take a piss or is in that big of a hurry to put me off because damn, she’s fast. If Coach saw Cassidy move that quick, he’d want her on the track team. I shook my head as I watched her disappear out the door. Fuck.

I reached across and pulled out the passport, noticing the golden American emblem on the green booklet. “Looks like you're officially an American citizen called,” I opened the book and scanned the words on the page for the name, “Cassidy-Louise Smith”. I raised an eyebrow at Yvonne and she shrugged, “What? She needed an American name.” “So the best you could come with was Cassidy-Louise? We may as well start calling her Cassie-Lou and send her off to pick corn singing something about lost love and whiskey.” Cassie groaned and covered her face with her hands, “Oh fuck me sideways. I'm going to have to learn their anthem, aren't I? And learn how to eat corndogs without feeling sick.”