Cassidy Moore Novels & Stories

For your engagement, your success and your birthday. Cassie: Thank you. Thank you and thank you Scott. How are you? Scott: Well I'm alive. Cassie: I feel sorry for you. Scott: Thanks. Iris: Hey..... Chris: There is the star lady. Cassie: Somebody's looking hot. Chris: Says the lady who has brighten up the night. I blushed and looked away. Chris: Ha ha.... You're blushing Candy. Iris: Why do you call her Candy?

she mumbled putting my phone on chair beside us gripping my ass. "What's that got to do with my ass?" I asked amused. "This is for my personal-" "Keep them on my ass," I said when her hands started drifting between my legs. "Wanna do sex tape and send Jason?" She whispered and laughed pulling out of her hold grabbing my phone getting ready to order our pizza. "So is that a yes?" "No I'm getting our pizza, go pick a movie," I said smiling at her antics. . . . . Cassidy's POV

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

I reply, my voice steady, yet laced with an undercurrent of anticipation. “Of course, baby, I won’t keep you waiting. I’ll be right there,” she responds, a spark of excitement dancing in her eyes as I turn, making my way back upstairs to my secluded lair—a space that holds the promise of release. Fifteen minutes pass in an exhilarating blur, and when I step into the room, Cassidy is perfectly positioned in the center of the floor. Her hair is intricately braided, accentuating the elegant curve of her neck, while her bare skin glows under the soft light, casting delicate shadows that dance across her form. She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Moore claim her? “Exactly. Look at her. Does she honestly think she belongs in a billionaire family?” Seeing that I would not let go, Cassie unscrewed the cap of her water bottle and tipped it over my head. “Ms. Moore isn’t going to accept you. Why do you cling so shamelessly? Have some pride. Can’t you rely on your own effort to build a career and succeed?” The water drenched me. I kept my head lowered, like a drowned rat. Sophia Myer, the orphanage director, spotted me surrounded in the center of the crowd and hurriedly pushed through the onlookers toward me.

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.

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.

Cassidy concluded her rant, her hands on her hips. “Soo…. the little firecracker is on our side now?” Elijah asked with a chuckle. “Apparently. Our girl works magic that much we know.” I shrugged. “Who the hell do you think you are!?” Jane finally came to her senses, getting up and dusting off her skirt. “I know who I am. I am Cassidy London Summers. I am the daughter of Hope and Emily Summers. I am the best friend of Riko Shiraishi. And I am the girl that will kick your ass if you mess with my friend or what is hers again.” Cassidy snorted.

"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.