Cassidy Boseman Novels & Stories

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

"I can't believe I am doing this!" I, Cassidy Black, ran my fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair. I was on speakerphone with my friend, Becky. “Don’t overthink it, Cass. It’s not as bad as you think, given your circumstances,” said my friend.

Hahaha! I did a little g****e search on Damison Groups. They have branches in 18 countries, 5 board of members, Founder Josh Damison, Chairman Brad Damison, CEO & President Ryan Damison, COO Rose Damison, CMO Daniel Damison. I see a family business. A big family business. Having a last look in the mirror, I grab Ethan's degree and certificates and leave the apartment whistling at my pre-success. Now that I have no ponytail, my head feels light and smart.

Fuck, this shit is deep. I think back to his words, she's met the boss already and she should follow her instinct. Just who The fuck is this boss? I dail Ashanti's number and she answers on the first ring “We've got to talk”

At first, she strongly objected to this because she wanted me to be one of her honored guest, but I insisted on serving as I wanted to make myself useful. My name is Cassandra and I am French. I come from a modest family, and I am 16 years old. I've been seeing a psychologist for 3 years because my parents think I'm abnormal. It's because I hate what most people like, and I like what other people hate. Most of the time I like to be alone, and it disturbs my family. This is how they entrusted me to the psychologist Morgane since I was 13 years old. Unfortunately, the three years of counseling I did with the psychologist Morgane did not improve anything in me. Despite this, my parents still th

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

"Breathe Cassie, Breathe.” “You faced werewolves and came out alive you will definitely get out of this might be a little bit injured but alive and that counts for something.” Cassandra kept saying this words to herself as she removed her dress and turned off the shower after making her hair wet and flushing the toilet to avoid suspicions. She opened the door and met a sleeping Lebron and she smiled,the the universe must surely be in her favour. She walked up to him and grabbed his cock,putting it in her mouth, sucking and licking him like a lollipop.

Dorothea announced. “Some of you might know her from September last year when she and her best friend, Isabel Gomez, were held hostage by two gunmen who kidnapped them from the club they both worked in. Some of you might also know her from her interview with me on this very show in March where we talked about her revolutionary app, Care Compass which was, and still is, making waves in the medical field. However, some of you might know her from everything that went down two months ago when she was kidnapped from a supermarket and held hostage for a week. Join me to welcome, the very beautiful and very intelligent, Cassie Peters.” She said and signaled to the cameraman to move backwards so tha

She’d spent her entire life clawing her way into rooms that weren’t built for women like her, only to be told she was there because of a man’s shadow. Now the world would hear her voice. Not Edward’s. Not Elise’s. But hers. The plaza outside the Geneva Press Hall was packed with reporters, cameras, protesters, supporters, and skeptics. Cassie stood beside me backstage, dressed in a charcoal suit that hugged her curves without apology, her spine straight, chin lifted. She looked powerful and exhausted. “You don’t have to do this,” I told her quietly. “Say the word, and we walk.” She turned to me, eyes steady. “No. This ends with me standing.”

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.