Cassidy Bullock Riverdale Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You two make a very cute couple.” Cassie ducked her head, embarrassed, but Arden only smirked and straightened up, offering her a hand. As Cassie rose, the stylist tilted her head, studying Cassie’s face. “Wait—” Her eyes lit up. “You’re Cassidy, right? Of Rhett’s?” Cassie blinked, caught off guard. Hardly anyone recognized her outside the old circles. “I—yes,” she admitted. The stylist clasped her hands together, almost reverent. “It’s an honor to be styling you.”

She will cut you with that mouth of hers. “I know who I am. I am Cassidy London Summers. I am the daughter of Hope and Jennifer Summers. I am the best friend of Riko Shiraishi. I am the girl that will kick your ass if you mess with my friend or what is hers again.” Cassidy snorted. “Was she always this hot?” I whispered. Forrest snickered and shook his head. “No. And she’s still not hot. But then again, every other girl stopped existing when I met Riko.” He shrugged.

“Your parents thought it would be appropriate to invite Ripley and her girls. And she jumped at the opportunity to come.” I did not jump at anything. I wasn’t really given a choice. Kennedy touched River’s cheek, pinching it softly. “Aren’t you adorable?" Then she looked at me before giving Cas a kiss on the cheek. “You should put them down.” “Who awe you?” River said, her hands snaking around Cas’ next to make sure he wouldn’t be able to put her down even if he wanted to. “I am Kennedy. Cassius’ fiancé.” “What’s a fia nee?” River asked. Rose buried her neck into Cas’ chest. This was too much for her.

To get things off their chest and fix things before they got too sour. The second River turns the key in the door, it flies open revealing Cassie Malacca, a stunning Samoan with long, wavy black hair. “River, hi.” She greets with a lack of enthusiasm, but even with that expression she has an enviable beauty. River forces a smile, but Cassie doesn’t return it. “Why are you here?” He questions, standing on his toes to look inside the apartment. Instead of answering, she peers at him as if intimidated by his very existence.

"Because I'd much rather stay here and strip you out of that gorgeous dress. It would look perfect draped over the chair in the corner of our room." Color stains her cheeks as she does a little twirl. "You like?" My gaze falls to her backside. "Umm, I don't just like it. I love it." Cassidy has never been one for slinky outfits or overly girlie things. So, this is a total surprise. One I'm absolutely loving. "You know we can't cancel," she says. "We haven't seen Brooklyn and Austin, or Luke, in months. I've missed them. We have a lot of catching up to do."

My voice was quiet but steady. "Dead!" Cassidy sneered, her lips curling with malicious satisfaction. "Happy? Your weakness is finally gone! Dead! Completely dead!" I lowered my gaze, remaining motionless, letting her words wash over me without reaction. Cassidy advanced closer, her voice dripping with venom. "You're so cold-blooded. What about your so-called grandmother-granddaughter pack bond? You didn't even shed a tear at that scene! And look at your face now! I don't see a trace of sadness or grief!"

Cassidy was tired, she couldn't let out her frustration by dancing, and on top of all that, she needed to finish her homework that didn't make any sense to her. She was on the verge of crying when Wren left telling her that he had somewhere else to be. Her work was far from done and then Edmond texted, telling her that Dillon was caught kissing a boy so she should be ready for another call from the headmaster. Cassidy was breaking apart when she saw Rowan walk into the little restaurant laughing with a beautiful-looking woman. The silver fox looked stunningly handsome and the woman by his side looked sophisticated with her business suit and stilettos.

********** Cassandra went to the vacation house to stay for a while because she won't face Black for a while, his rejection said it all and now she was ready to ruin everything. The only thing holding her back was no longer there. The next thing on her agenda is how to kill Daphne and her four kids. She was getting ready to visit the gang hideout when an unknown number showed on her screen. She was hesitant to pick up for a while but since she’s the dangerous one, she picked up the call. “Hey Cassie, are you okay?” Arlo’s voice rang out from the other end of the phone. “Arlo? Yes, I’m okay… where are you?” She asked.

EPISODE 1: PROLOGUE Riverdale High, a prestigious academy nestled in the heart of the town, was a place where kids were transformed into their best versions. The school's imposing structure was a blend of modern and ancient architecture, with sprawling gardens and mysterious statues that seemed to hold secrets of their own. My parents, John and Rita, were among the founding members of this esteemed institution, and their legacy destined me to follow in their footsteps.

The Rivera name, the same name I was desperately trying to protect, had become both a shield and a spotlight I never wanted. Cassie was furious. She cornered me outside the athletic center one afternoon, her perfectly styled blonde hair whipping in the wind as her eyes blazed with anger. “So you’re a Rivera? And Smith is your cousin? All this time you acted like some innocent freshman when you were probably using family connections the whole time!” Her voice rose, drawing curious glances from passersby. “Stay away from him, Rivera. Blood or not, he was mine first.”