Cassidy Boseman Novels & Stories

The whole pack stood in the square, watching in silence. Kael stood outside the gates, his blue eyes burning into me. Damon stood at my side, his body tight with anger. I stepped forward, heart pounding. My voice came out stronger than I expected. “I am not a prize for either of you to fight over The crowd whispered. Cassandra’s face twisted with hate. I looked straight at Damon first. “You rejected me on my birthday. You slept with her,” I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?”

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

I have an interview for a proper career with healthcare and bonuses. Okay, Zoe, breathe, don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s an interview. You don’t have the job yet. I tossed Isaac’s laptop into my bag. I need to shower, brush my hair and find an interview outfit. Shit, I’m a waitress, my interview outfit consists of faded black jeans and a black t-shirt with a hole in the armpit. My feet hit the sidewalk running. There’s a charity shop on the route home. It never has much in my size but with a grand total of six dollars to my name, it’s my only option.

Evelyn's POV At that moment, my heart began to race and it felt as if my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Even though I wanted to run, I was too weak to do so. Besides, with the injury on my body, there was nothing I was able to do. With the days of starving, I had already used up my energy trying to outrun Alpha Kyle and in men. Now that I had outrun them, I had gotten into another problem. It seems like my luck was terrible.

Sasha was wearing black boots that added two to three inches to her height. 'What are you all doing here?' Cassandra asked while wiping her tears behind her eye glasses. She had difficulty seeing anything with her glasses off. ' What do you think, you b*tch?' Sasha snickered at Cassandra. She was already thinking the worst out of this situation. Her mother wasn't staying home this time of the week. She was out of town on a date with her new French boyfriend. And the only person she told this about is her boyfriend. That only means one thing, he told them when to attack her alone. 'Now girls, I don't want to be a part of this. And call me when you get finished.' he said and went past Cassandr

She then moved over to our side of her cell and did the same making sure her whole cell was closed off, from any peeping Tom's. I shook my head again and got lost in my thoughts, wandering what her story was and why they were acting like that towards her, I must say this took the boredom away for little bit. After about twenty minutes it seems she was done and began to remove the sheets from around her. What I saw shocked me completely out of my musings, in front of me was the most beautiful breathtaking woman I have ever seen. Her hair was midnight black hanging down to her butt, and she hadn't even combed it out yet. They gave her black leather pants to wear that was completely form fittin

Cassie took a long look at herself and worked up the nerve to proceed. She tried to picture what it was about her body that made even her cousin -- her own cousin -- want to fuck her. At 5' 6'' Cassie was slightly taller than most of the girl she knew. She proudly rocked her 38-24-36 frame, knowing they were measurements most women would kill for. Tonight, she was closer to five-nine, counting her red, double-strapped shoes. And the best part was, once she tossed on that top layer of clothing, nothing about her appearance immediately screamed hooker. Not at first.

Damien finished, a grin tugging at his mouth. Meanwhile, across the city, Cassidy stood at her penthouse window, phone pressed to her ear, glass of whiskey in hand. “Do it tonight,” she told the man on the other end. “No theatrics. Make it clean, make it fast. She doesn’t get to gloat.” Vincent stepped into the room as she ended the call. “You’re rushing this.” “She embarrassed me in front of half the city’s worth knowing,” Cassidy snapped. “Do you want her walking around tomorrow acting untouchable?”

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