Cassidy Boseman Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

Rodel asked about her ideas for the dress, to which Cassidy responded hesitantly, “Maybe.” Rodel burst into laughter. “Don’t forget to take care of yourself,” he mumbled. “I’m going to a press conference tomorrow,” Cassidy nodded and said. She received an invitation to judge in a design competition. Cassidy accepted the invitation without hesitation. Of course, her contribution rate was high. The press conference took place within a week. “Shall I pick you up, or will you take your car?” Rodel asked. Rodel had just bought her a car because of her previous accident.

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.

5" girlcock. Andalee smiled at her and nodded her approval. She then turned to the next girl and beckoned her to stand up. "My name is Kassandra Wen and something interesting about me is that I am Island High School League 100 yard dash champion," she said and Kassandra looked like a sprinter. She was tall at 5'9 and weighed only 115lbs. She had tiny breasts, barely needing the sports bra she wore. She had the build of a supermodel, with slender arms, thin stomach, and athletic legs. Her skin was black like chocolate and her hair was black and tied back in a bun on the back of her head. Her eyes were brown and she had delicate, beautifully feminine features. She had a 6.5" girlcock.

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.