Cassidy Boseman Novels & Stories

I laughed harder at the tongue Blondie stuck out to Red; like a child who didn't get his way. "Hello ladies," Ryan greeted the group of girls who were trying to suppress their giggles. They blushed and turned and started whispering. "Jacob come on. Training couldn't have been that bad," he said to his friend. "You have no idea. Chan said she's hardly ever trained before this and it's like she's been doing this for years. Who the fuck can run ten miles straight?!" He shouted. I bit back a grin and watched Ryan's mouth gaped open.

After the last time, it wouldn't be bad enough to say that we were more like friends now. Friends with benefits. I took his signal, closing up the large distance between us. He stood there looking all professional in his grey shorts and baseball hat- surrounded by a bunch of other people. "So here's our second lead actress!. Everyone, kindly welcome - Selene Woods" - he announced, watching my approaching figure. I straightened my black top as i bowed slightly, strands of hair falling over my face. "You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent".

It helps that I have a killer body, standing almost 6' tall, long wavy blonde hair, full firm 36C breast, and long slender legs that end at a perfect bubble butt ass. Cassandra, Cassy as we call her, is my best friend and we are both on the high school cheerleading squad. We were scheduled to have a game on Saturday, so my mom dropped me off at Cassy 's house. Since mom was late for an appointment, I hopped out and she drove off.

the doctor smiled. Lexa looked at the young nurse; her lips pressed like she wanted to ask me but did not bother to raise the question. “She’s Felicity, my cousin,” I answered Lexa in her unuttered question and watched the doctor apply the gel to her belly. “My mom and her mom are sisters… A Mars.” “Oh,” She exclaimed and glanced at Felicity again. “Oh!” she gasped when the doctor pressed the small device against her skin and began to capture images on the screen.

And despite the fact that she was about to fight this man, despite the danger he represented, Cass felt her pussy clench with arousal. There was something primal about him. Something dangerous and magnetic. The announcer, a grizzled man in his sixties....stepped into the center of the space. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's main event! In the red corner, making her main event debut, Cassandra 'Cass' Reeves! Twenty-six years old, five-foot-eight, one hundred forty pounds, undefeated in amateur circuit!" The crowd cheered, though Cass could hear the skepticism. A woman fighting in the main event was rare. A woman fighting Dominic Cross was suicide.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

The only makeup she's wearing is mascara, giving her a naturally sultry look that I've always envied. The limo starts moving, and the partition goes up, effectively blocking Mike from eavesdropping. Janice passes around shot glasses and opens a bottle of tequila. "To the most epic birthday night ever. Even if we can't go to Club Zero, Oasis is still incredible." She fills my shot glass to the brim, and I down it, feeling the unpleasant burn in my throat. Oasis is the domain of all living creatures in the magical world and humans. But of course, we don’t know if we’re vibing with humans, not hunters.

She responds to my previous question. "Agree to disagree," I lift a shoulder, "You look good though." My eyes take in every inch of her body, she's wearing a white backless dress that barely covers her ass with black thigh-high boots. Hot. "Aw, thanks." She looks down at her outfit. I don't know if I've said it before but Cassandra Richardson is smoking hot, like Hollywood hot, she can be the face of a runway model, actress, singer and get away with it.

"You really did say that. All through sophomore year, you were obsessed with Serena being secretly royal or something. Remember that theory about her being descended from Morgan le Fay?" Cassidy waves her hand dramatically, rings glinting in the lamplight. "Turns out, she might actually be a goddess incarnate. I win. I've always had amazing intuition, you know. It's my superpower." We laugh—a small, real laugh that bubbles up from somewhere genuine. The kind that eases the tightness in your chest for a moment and makes you remember what normal feels like.

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.