Cassidy Moore Novels & Stories

“Forgive you? For what—endangering Cassidy? Terrorizing us with veiled threats? No, Evelyn. What we had was real once, but it was built on sand—power, not partnership. It crumbled because it couldn’t withstand the storm. Cassidy? She’s the foundation I needed. Strong, ethical, unwavering. You think she’s soft? She’s faced more loss and betrayal than you know—her father’s coma, her mother’s criticisms—and she rises every time. That’s strength. As for us… it’s over. I’m pressing charges: harassment, stalking, corporate espionage. The board’s notified; Moore Consulting’s licenses are being revoked as we speak. Clients will scatter by dawn. Sign the confession, agree to the NDA and restraining o

Grandkids mainly but she says it's for me and Casey to. "Casey Kendal" "Yes?" "I love you" "I love you too, Maximus" ♾️

Cassian looked to be around forty, so there had to be some physical information somewhere. The large hall was completely empty, with only a few students using the facilities for anything beyond taking a nap between classes. I took advantage and began my search. It wasn’t easy, but I found an article with a paparazzi photo that showed the former Boss of London, Thomas Moore, with his wife Margaret. Little Cassian was hidden, clinging to his mother’s legs as she carried something wrapped in thick blankets. "Is that… a baby?" The photo was old and very distant, so precise identification was difficult, but it was clearly a child by the way the mother held it, with such care and tenderness.

“This is yours, Arya. I should have given you this before now, but it totally slipped my mind.” Nine pairs of eyes zoned in on us, watching our exchange. Cassie Fletcher was a household name. Apart from being the spoiled last child of her wealthy parents, she was also a top model for high end brands. They were probably wondering how Cassie and I knew each other. I took the flowers from her and placed them on my lap, my face blank. I was in no mood to pretend to be happy that she was here when I knew she only wanted to cause trouble.

“If Cassie causes me to miscarry Jacob’s first child – he and his mother will never forgive her. They don’t know that I know, so when I offer to have another baby, they’ll agree. But this time he’ll send her away so he can take care of me properly. And then you and I will make sure that the new child belongs to only him and only me.” Plus, she was doing Cassie a favour. Cassie didn’t want him anymore. So after some pain, she’d probably even thank Coral. Brody looked at her with concerned confusion. “What?” She asked, “are you not going to help me?” “No…” he sighed, “I’ll help you.” As she was preparing how to make this performance, she received a validating message from Teresa: From: Dragon

“As for her gymnast friend, she’s still asleep. You wouldn’t believe how flexible— “. “I can live without knowing the details.” “Come on guys, already?” I heard a familiar soprano call out, her voice alone hushing the small crowd that watched. “Asher hasn’t even been back a week and you’re already fighting.” Cassidy looked good for someone who had stayed up drinking and dancing, especially compared to some of the rougher looking students. She had all of her clothes on, and wasn’t rummaging through the shorts, shirts, and random pieces of lingerie scattered along the yard.

“Next, you will see Cassie walking around. As most of you know, Cassie has been imprisoned for 19 years and is getting her strength back. She is also Luna Penny’s birth mother. Zac is her biological father and was set to join the warriors but has been stationed else where for the time being. Please welcome them and come to us for any concerns.” A few people turned and looked at Cassie. A little blush crept up on her cheeks but she smiled and waved. Ms. Lucy put a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. My face stayed passive. Colt sat down and it was my turn.

RILEY Cassidy was thirty-one years old and she lived in an apartment in the Alberta Arts District that had good light and the particular organized sparseness of someone who'd been deliberately building a life outside the structures they'd been born into and had gotten very good at needing only what was genuinely necessary. She opened the door and looked at me and I looked at her and there was the same moment there had been with Daria and with Theo: the specific recognition of something shared, delivered through the face, through the quality of attention.

Cassidy said excitedly. Cassidy ended up dressing her in black sweat pants, a white tank top, black, white and silver Jordans, and a black crop leather jacket. She curled her hair and did her make-up. She then added a cap on her head, together with some chunky jewellery. By the time she was done, the girls were impressed. “You look hot enough to turn me,” Ivy winked. “You just connected with Cain,” Calypso reminded with a laugh. Isla wiggled her eyebrows. “Doesn’t mean you look any less hot.”

Cassidy's smile slipped when she set her blue, almost ocean-like colored eyes on me. I had been standing behind Eric on purpose so she had noticed me when Eric walked into the house. 'No matter how much you are dressed up, you are still the same pig that was picked from the slum. How is it possible to wear a designer gown and still look that ugly? Yuck!' 'CC be nice' Eric's dad chided her as he came to the door. Cassidy left the door and sashayed in, leaving me by the door Yeah, that is CC, my sister-in-law. Rude, uncouth, no brain filter, and mannerless. Cassidy Conner, CC for short. She walks around half naked all in the name of owning a fashion brand that was not yet known.