Cassidy Boseman Novels & Stories

“Alright, let’s go.” As we headed toward the city, I couldn’t help but notice each of our outfits in more detail. Cassidy, ever the lively one, wore a bright yellow dress that flowed around her knees, paired with a short white leather jacket and ankle boots. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, with a few stray curls framing her face, and she wore a dainty silver necklace with a small heart charm that bounced with every step.

he added, driving off. ***** The next morning, Cassia prepared for the competition. Standing in front of the mirror, she smoothed down her clothes and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Just then, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw a text from Liam: "Good luck, Sia." A smile spread across her face as she quickly typed out a reply. No sooner had she sent it than another notification popped up on her screen—this time from Martinez. "I’m waiting outside." Cassia took one last calming breath and slipped her phone into her purse. As she stepped outside, she found Martinez leaning against his car.

Cassie complied, her expression reflecting a mix of emotions as they shifted their attention to the television. As the news headlines revealed Anderson's new role as the owner of the largest business enterprise, and his true identity as Bash Myers, Cassie and her mother watched in astonishment. "Oh wow, this sweet boy has finally achieved his goal," her mother exclaimed, a wide smile lighting up her face.

great it’s almost ten and I reached an hour earlier, I can watch any new art pieces added so that I could buy them for my new apartment. “sure Mr Miller, have a nice day”, my assistant tells in her chirpy voice but without answering I hang up the call. I park my car away in corner so that no paparazzi catches me meeting cassandra, her being a celebrity racer it’s even hard to meet secretly not attracting much attention because even though she is new York racer, she is daughter of Sydney and people support her not to mention how many teenage boys have a huge crush on her and leaves love you, marry me, kissy faces and hearts on her I*******m account, not to mention few people who comment sexy,

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

With the lavish hall bathed in a golden glow from the high lights, Cassie stood on the large platform. She was the center of attention for hundreds of people, and the clapping and whispers of adoration were still audible. Cassie Scott stood at the summit of the world-famous Venice Art and Philanthropy Summit, which had brought together the brightest minds of the time.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

She deserves to be happy. Tyson Fielding does business with the Howard Holdings Company, not because he has to, but because he wants to. He knew exactly what he was getting into when Mom married him and what investing in Howard means. Rae treats him with the respect he deserves because he's earned it. He doesn't expect it to be handed out freely just because of the familial ties to me.

She sniffled, her bottom lip trembling. “If that’s true, why didn’t you just come to me?” I asked, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you reach out to my team or file a private claim? Why did you go straight to social media to attack me? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Cassie let out a small, pathetic whimper, looking up at me through her thick lashes. “I’m a nobody, Jasmine. I have no money, no connections, nothing. I thought the only way I could ever get through to you, the only way you’d actually look at me, was through a livestream. I mean... you had all the power in the world, and it was a livestream you used to ruin your ex-husband, wasn’t it?”

She replied. “So what did I miss?” I asked. “Nothing much, she is just giving a run down on how the fundraising would work.” She replied nicely. “Oh okay. I am Dr. Roxanne Henson by the way. You can call me Roxy.” I smiled at her. “I am Cassie. Cassandra Nicole Rockwell, I’m an editor of a lifestyle magazine.” “Is this your first time joining this kind of event?” I asked. “Yes. I honestly don’t know what got into me. And you?”