Cassie Ainsworth Novels & Stories

He was doing a fine job of it, too, and every day, he regaled Leo and me with stories of his day, his training, and his progress. “Looking for these?” Cassie appeared, with Julia and Johnny tucked under each arm like footballs. She was wearing her warrior uniform—fresh from the training field, I imagined. She had passed her warrior tests with flying colors, and over the last five years, she’d excelled as a warrior—so much so that she was now training personally with the Gamma.

Messages, missed calls, notifications stacking faster than he could clear them. By the fifth call, flashing Ava💋, Cassie arched a brow. “Quite the Casanova, aren’t you?” He shot her a grin looking quite unbothered. “What can I say? I’m a people person.” “Right,” she said dryly, crossing one leg over the other. “And I’m the Queen of England.” He laughed, a low sound that vibrated through the air. “Feisty. No wonder Arden likes you.” Cassie looked away, pretending the comment didn’t send a quick flush up her neck. “Don’t mistake professionalism for interest.”

She puts the innocent-girl smile on her face to greet him but her eyes are flaming with mischievousness. Cassie’s outfit is a casual summer dress but it wraps her body well and emphasizes her womanish curves. The hem of it only reaches under her bottom and shows her soft thighs. The upper part is low cut which offers a hint of a cleavage. The door opens slowly and she first sees Mathias’s gorgeous face, the door blocks his muscled frame. She beams at him. “Good evening, Mr. Ra-” Mathias opens the door wider and her sentence dies against the view in front of her.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

POV CASSANDRA "I... my name is Cassie, the new maid of the palace. I just wanted to know if you need anything else..."** — My words came out in stutters, laden with nervousness, as my heart raced so loudly that I could almost hear it.

Butnothing prepared them for what they found out, in that front page was Alexis name andpicture, she was branded as a criminal for her attempted murder of the biggest celebrity in town, Mrs Linda Lake. Alexis lose her footing, her leg gave way under her, she fell down just like a log of wood, all her training as a martial artist expert does not prepared her for this frustration, all her mental strength could not even withstand the pressure she was under right now, she lost all her cool and she burst to a huge cries.

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

We’re just fuck buddies. Cassie is one of our cheerleading girls so to speak. There are five of them who are always at the rink when we play and when they know there is a practice session going. She’s tall with colt like legs, long chocolate colored hair and deep brown eyes. She’s also a politics major and has some serious brain power on her. But she isn’t looking for a guy to date, or marry. As far as Cassie is concerned she wants her qualification and then go to New York and work for one of the big 5 law firms. Fair play to her. “What took you guys so long?” Calli asks as we enter the house.

Not when her enthusiasm had pulled me back from the brink more than once. We flew privately that evening, courtesy of Andrew's final gesture of respect for a man whom he claimed was not his ex but rather his "aesthetically gifted asset handler." Cassie sat across from me, peering at her laptop as she scrolled through satellite images of the metro vault. She was intently focused. Her fingers rushed across the keyboard. Her face was illuminated only by the faint light, revealing the shape of her jawline, the lines of her cheeks, and the thin scar below her lip, which she claimed to have gotten in a fencing match, although she had actually fallen during seventh grade.

In fact, she appeared to be quite taken with the warrior. “So nice to meet you.” Gerri turned to Cassie and smiled. “Vander, Talen, this is my assistant, Cassie. She’s here with me to meet the babies.” Cassie waved at both men, taking a step back and not wanting anyone to grab her hand and put it on their very muscular-looking pecs. She might drool and that wouldn’t look good for her or Gerri. “Nice to meet you.”