Cassidy Boseman Novels & Stories

Joshua Bassett I stared at the coffee brown casket as it sat above the six feet hole, my best friend's body supposedly laying inside, the cruelty this world brings was out of many questions I had. My emotionless being stared at the box, unaware what to feel in this exact moment, just thinking about losing Camila made me numb, she was one of the best things I had in my life, I never dreamed of standing by her casket, knowing there was nothing I could have done to stop her from driving into that plan.

His presence suddenly intimidating her. " Caden?" Her eyes searched for him, Caden. She saw him, his muscular physique lazily walked towards a large desk of which he opened and took out something large. She hadn't noticed what it was at first but when he came closer, she saw it and a detrimental gasp swooshed out of her lips. " Cassandra Wilson— Candidate A24. A trustee of the BDSM organisation. Sworn to die by the hands of the enemy rather than to betray the organisation itself, recently diagnosed with chronic breast cancer which is why they sent you on this mission instead— because you have less than a month to live."

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Cassie, I came to you this time for a new task. Javen Smith turned around, placed a document on the table, and slowly pushed it over. "We plan to design an angel and demon series best friend bracelet for girls, but we haven"t found a suitable spokesperson yet. That"s why I was wondering if you could be the spokesperson." Cassie"s eyes widened. "Why me again? Javen Smith, I"m the design director, not a star. Why can"t you find a real female star to be your spokesperson?"

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

I'd have thrown my lunch at the three of them but I'm hungry so I won't. If you are lost again, let me fill you in on what's going on. Meet my three bestest friends; Savannah Jacobs, Natasha Hilery and Jayden Mayers. We call Savannah Savvy for short since her crush in the sixth grade called her that and she is eighteen years old, lives with her parents and two younger siblings, they are twins Savon and Stax. I find it hard to differentiate them from one another. She was born here in Georgia and raised here. She has light brown hair like the colour of hazel and hazel brown eyes to match. She is standing tall with a 5 feet 9 and She has the body of a model and aspires to model for victoria

She practically ran through TSA, cursing a few agents on the way to Jim. Cassie was in a tiny pink bikini top and a pink thong that was covered by her tiny batty rider shorts, as Jamaicans call it. But to the rest of the world, it’s known as booty shorts. All she had on her feet were a pair of pink, rubber flip-flops. "OK, here — take my coat,” Jim gave her his coat, laughing at the scenario. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” Cassie grunted. Jim raised his hands in surrender. “No, no I wasn't—let's just get you to Mitch.”

Probably what she'd worn home from the track meet. "So did we win tonight? Oh, and can I borrow your phone real quick?" Cassie nodded, handing it over unquestioningly, and as I typed a short text message, I was treated to an event-by-event run-down of the entire meet. Who won, who should have won, a story about the bus from Canton breaking down that never seemed to get resolved. Tabitha didn't hide the fact that she was reading over my shoulder. "Two isn't enough for you, eh, Mr. Canon?" she murmured beneath the din of Cassie's on-going description of how ugly the new uniforms from Franklin were.

She was just calm. She took the microphone in both hands and waited until the noise died down, her steady gaze sweeping across the room, and through the cameras, like she was looking directly into the homes of millions. “I appreciate the love,” she said calmly, her voice smooth, unwavering. “Truly.” The room quieted as they listened to her. Even those at home. “But I’m no longer the country princess.” Silence crashed down like a wave across the crowd's presence. “I’m just Cassie Rosewood now,” she continued softly, a small smile touching her lips. “And that’s more than enough for me.”

“Wait a minute. Can you do it yourself, Cass? Can you use your powers to free yourself?” “Oh, yeah,” Cassidy said, like she had forgotten she was a Hybrid and had the ability to do just about anything she wanted to do. Cassidy stuck her hands out in the direction of where she was attached to the bed, and a moment later, she was unhooked. She levitated herself up off of the bed for good measure and landed on her feet at the end of the bed. “Man, are my muscles sore,” she said. Then she stuck her nose in her armpit and said, “And i need a fucking shower.”