Cassidy Moore Novels & Stories

He reached for the decanter with practiced ease and poured himself a glass, settling into the leather chair behind his massive desk. The liquor burned down his throat. He welcomed it. He needed the fire. The world knew Grayson Moore as a billionaire, a power player, a man untouched by weakness. But beneath all that, he was still the boy who had crouched in blood, held in his mother’s shaking arms. Still the child who had lost everything in one night. A long exhale escaped him, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling in slow spirals. It should have been Damien Lopez in that grave. It should have been his empire crumbling, his legacy buried in shame.

she said hesitantly when she saw her mother's number on the display. "Jill," Alice Moore's voice sounded excitedly in her ear, "it's really not easy to reach you." "Hi Mom," she said softly. "I'm sorry, but I usually have my cell phone off." "You might as well call in," Alice Moore said reproachfully. 'I know I'm sorry.' 'Anyway, anyway, I wanted to hear how you were. I was watching the show last night – how could you be making out with that actor like that?”

she sighed. Catherine has got a crush. As she breathed heavily, the ringing of her cellphone took her by surprise. She jumped at the ring tone before reaching for her phone on her pocket and answering the call. “Yes mom?”

Empusa was asked to prepare his meal as for he always enjoyed everything cooked by her hands and Cassandra was left to deal with the rest of the royal issues. Cassandra was a very quiet queen who hardly said a word infront of the king unless he demanded to. He though seemed to not want a word from her lips after he had married himself a new wife. She was a very gorgeous light skinned woman who looked more like her daughters. Back in Talos before she became Azazel's wife, she lived with her family of one son and a husband who Azazel killed with his bare hands and married her the very night with a rampant applaud from his bewildered men. He had been attracted to her beauty and one night, he go

Really, that is exactly what the note says and I can’t tell if Mr Preston, the music performance teacher is trying to be funny or I’m truly doomed. Cassidy doesn’t say anything for a while and just continues to shove some items into a bag. Her side of the dorm room is a mess of clothes, shoes, books and science stuff that belongs wholly to her. She’s packing for the summer break—our final one as both eleventh graders and high schoolers.

Thank God for saved passwords. It was educational. And a little depressing. Cassie really was a piece of work; nasty, spiteful, sharp-tongued. Popular in the shallow way mean girls always are. Followed and liked on social media, but with no real warmth anywhere. If she had true friends, I couldn’t find them. Her parents had died when she was nineteen, leaving her rich and alone. I wondered if that had hollowed her out. If that was when the walls went up. Why she didn’t let people in.

At first, she strongly objected to this because she wanted me to be one of her honored guest, but I insisted on serving as I wanted to make myself useful. My name is Cassandra and I am French. I come from a modest family, and I am 16 years old. I've been seeing a psychologist for 3 years because my parents think I'm abnormal. It's because I hate what most people like, and I like what other people hate. Most of the time I like to be alone, and it disturbs my family. This is how they entrusted me to the psychologist Morgane since I was 13 years old. Unfortunately, the three years of counseling I did with the psychologist Morgane did not improve anything in me. Despite this, my parents still th

“You’re right, Mom is a superwoman. I will not cry.” Cassidy thought, “I’m a superwoman. I can’t humiliate myself in front of them. In this life, with my two children, what doesn’t satisfy me?”

"I'm Cassie..." "Cassie who?" "Urm... actually Cassandra. Cassandra Moore. We met at Don Luigi's birthday party before," I tried to remind her of who I was. "Oh, Miss Moore? Don Xavier's girlfriend, right? Yeah, I remembered you," Nicola seemed excited all of a sudden. "You can just call me Cassie. I'll be more comfortable that way..." "And you can just call me Nicola. So why are you calling me?"

Helena Moore I was wondering when you’d resurface. If you’re ready to come back, my door is open. We start Monday. I stared at the screen, my breath catching. Naomi squealed when I showed her. “Avelyn. That’s huge.” I smiled really smiled for the first time in days. “Yes,” I said softly. “It is.” Across the city, Cassian Blackridge stared at a line he hadn’t expected to cross. For the first time in his life, something he wanted was no longer within reach.