Cassidy Riverdale Novels & Stories

"No, Cassidy, I'm not interested in Dorian. If you are, then you can have him." Cassidy is eyeing River. "Nah. I got a bigger catch in mind." She waggles her brows. This gets me mad. I turn to her. "He doesn't date recruits." She stood with a smug look on her face. "He kissed you, didn't he?" My face instantly went red. "N....no....that was a mistake. He was drunk and...." "Sweetie, he's an Alpha. They don't get that drunk. He knew what he was doing."

“Randall and Hudson monitor the cameras. Can River pull this off without getting caught? Especially with Randall watching everyone’s movement.” Alex exhaled heavily. “I hate to say it, but she’ll have to work her magic on Hudson. Doe eyes, innocent smiles. That’s our best shot. If that fails… there’s one other person.” “Who? Randall?” Roman and I asked at the same time. “Stepmom,” Alex said, the word laced with sarcasm. “Cassandra. She returned from her vacation last night.” The name landed like a stone in still water. Tension crackled through the line. Cassandra—beautiful, young, calculating, trapped in her own web of resentment. Roman's ex-girlfriend.

Claw said with a half-smirk painted onto his face. Cassie grinned, looking down at the table as she chomped. “I’m a vice-principal at a adjacent tall school, Candlewood,” she said. “I spend a part of time attempting to re- coordinate kids onto the right path.” “And how is that going?” Claw asked. Cassie flickered. It was something she hadn’t thought approximately. Any life past the modest universe of the office where they had illustriously fucked appeared like a far-off memory.

[Madness] SIERRA Come on Sybil! Where are you? I could sure use your help right about now. Cassidy dropped her mother’s body, placing her hand over her father’s face. She then lunged at King Darien, screaming vehemently. Darien side stepped her and she went tumbling behind him.

"Who are you to judge someone's appearance? And to accuse Ryder of using me? That's completely disrespectful and untrue." Ryder places a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm. "Cassie, that's enough," he says, his voice low. "I won't tolerate you insulting my mate." Cassandra smirks. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone's got a bit possessive." She turns to leave, her eyes still fixed on me. "I'll see you both tonight at the ceremony. Can't wait to see what you'll wear, Ivy." I watch her disappear into the trees, feeling a mix of frustration and anxiety. "I don't like her," I say, turning to Ryder. "She's rude and disrespectful."

"Cassie, these aren't corporate rivals. This is the Syndicate, they don't bluff." "Exactly." Cassie snapped, walking to the closet to get dressed. "If we pay, we become their piggy bank, and I won't have that." She pulled on a pair of black trousers and a silk blouse. "We aren't paying a cent." "Where are you going?" "To the hospital." An hour later, Cassie walked into Ralph’s hospital room, and he tried to sit up, but it was too difficult with his wounds. "Miss Stone," Ralph wheezed through swollen lips. "I... I’m sorry. The truck..."

I walk over to the table. “Can I help,” I ask. One of the witches turns and smiles at me. “Of course Alpha Simon.” She says warmly, “my name is Cassandra but everyone calls me Cas.” Her hair is cherry red against her ivory skin. Her eyes are green like the color of algae. She is maybe sixteen. She point to her friend. “This is Cilie she doesn’t talk much,” The girl lifts her head and smiles at me. Shock runs through my body. She has a scar going down the side of her face. She is only about nine, maybe ten. Who did that to her?

CASSIE "I can't believe you're doing this," Jeanne said over the phone as I paced at the airport to keep myself warm, "I know I've dragged you into a number of crazy things, but this has to be the craziest." I let out a breath, "Tell me about it. I don't even know anything about him except from his name. What if he doesn't show up?" "Then you'll tell everyone the plane crashed and your husband was lost in the accident."

"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.

“She has been in contact with the vessel for what seems to be years. And Killian wasn't even aware.” Cassian walks towards the drawer, bringing out even more letters. He shakes his head as he reads each one. Beatrice is trying to figure out ways to find me. To reunite me with the silver vessel. “She was crazy,” Cassian says. “I want to go back to the motel,” I say slowly, wrapping my arms around myself. Cassian takes my hands, as he leads me out of the place without hesitation. The both of us get back to the motel.