Cassidy X Hanzo Novels & Stories

Part of Cassidy was glad to see it was them; it would give her the opportunity to get vengeance for Drew and Jack, something she’d never had the opportunity to do before. Having never seen them before they were destroyed the first time, she couldn’t be certain, but she believed they had undergone some changes themselves. Holland had always been beautiful and powerful. Now, an energy swept through the air when she walked by, sending out electricity that caused Cassidy’s extremities to tingle. Carter’s energy was less effective, but he still made his presence known in a manner that led her to believe he was stronger than he had been before, capable of more. As the lovers kissed, a chorus of di

I shook my head and pushed him away. The two of them are competing for the role of the victim, what about me? The spectator of the show? That's enough! “Listen, we're done. I, Cassandra Miller, reject you as my mate. Accept my rejection, Jason.” “No!” He yelled abruptly, and his hands tightened on mine. “I won’t accept it!” He growled at me, I tried to wriggle free from his hold. I saw the hurt in his eyes when I said those words, his wolf was pained.

I know she is probably just passing through, but I am not about to let her leave now that I have her. A realization hits me, and I feel like a total idiot. Here I am having a full conversation about marking her and I don’t even know her name. “What’s your name?” I ask her. “Oh, awkward” She sings as she pulls away from me. Her cheeks blushing. “No, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just realize I didn’t know it” I tell her grabbing her tiny waist pulling her back close to me. “Hannah”, she says cocking her head to the side, and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Hannah,” I say pulling my hand from behind her back to shake her hand, “I’m Gabriel, but you can call me Babe, I mean Gabe”. She

Tristan was shocked to see Hazel right infront of them. "What are you doing here?!" Hazel questioned Tristan still thinking him as a he was wearing woman outfit. "Oh so you're the Hazel, Tristan-iana kept talking about! Nice to meet you Hazel I'm Zay. " Zayden mentioned as he stretched his hand for a handshake with his sunshine smile and Hazel gladly accepted it. "I'm Ash, nice to meet you Hazel, wait let's go get a drink. I will make-" "No!" Ashton got cut off by Tristan's immediate response.

Scattered across my mind. And I barely had time to process it. I just wanted to take pictures of the dessert then call it a day with photography but my car had brought me here. Into the arms of a man that actually howls. Talk about a horror romance film only in this case, I doubt Cassian feels anything other than responsibility towards me. Cassian doesn’t speak when he leads me back up the stairs. He doesn’t explain, doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t have to. The bond tells me everything he won’t.

"But I'm so curious, you know? This is the Syndicate’s black book, Aser. Who knows what we're going to find?" "You're right." Aser agreed, kissing her neck. "But right now, there is also a very comfortable couch in the living room, a fire, and a storm outside. And I have a very specific desire to hold my woman and do absolutely nothing." Cassie turned in his arms to look at him, really looked at him. The tension lines on his face were gone. He looked contented. "You know," Cassie whispered, tracing the line of his jaw. "We never got to finish our dance."

“The wind can be unpredictable here.” As they ventured deeper into the canyon, the path became treacherous, the rocks slick with moisture and the ground uneven. Suddenly, a strong gust swept through, knocking Cassie off balance. “Whoa!” she exclaimed, teetering on the edge of a narrow ledge. Xienma reacted instinctively, lunging forward to grab Cassie’s arm. “I’ve got you!” she said, pulling her friend back to solid ground. The bond between them felt electric, a reminder of the strength they had discovered in their unity.

She didn’t even know his name until Lena told her. Owen Reyes. Nineteen. Wanted to be a mechanic. Elara leaned back in her chair, eyes closed for a moment. She could feel the rage settling deeper now, no longer hot and blinding but cold, deliberate. Cassidy had given her a gift without realizing it — not just a reason to strike harder, but the knowledge that her enemy was already fraying at the edges. Across the city, Cassidy stood on her penthouse balcony, watching the streets below. The wind caught her hair, and she smiled faintly to herself.

Cassidy said with a smile as she approached us. Her arm was linked to a tall, blonde man and I figured that he was her husband. "Congratulations on your marriage," I said. "I've brought plenty of gifts for you." "You shouldn't have." "How could I not? Isn't this an important part of your life?" "I'll take it then." She gestured to the man beside her. "This is John, my husband. John, this is Zack Dobre, an old friend of mine." I nodded at him. "Nice to meet you."

he asked, softly rubbing his finger over her scar. "Accident," Hailey replied. Cassian bent down and kissed her scar softly. Hailey shivered at the touch, her heart pounding. His lips lingered on her skin, sending a wave of warmth through her. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, and felt his hands slide up her arms, gently pulling her closer. Their breaths mingled as Cassian's lips moved from her scar to her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses. Hailey's hands moved to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as her knees threatened to give way. The intensity of his touch ignited a fire within her.