Cassie Ainsworth Novels & Stories

“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.

However, coming home to Paige was the best part of every day. She had stopped working a few months before. She had been having some issues with getting around easily. Missy had been the one who finally said enough was enough and basically made her leave her position at the company. She had a new job now that was much more important than being his assistant. He smiled as he walked in the door to find her asleep on the couch near the front of the house with the small bundle on her chest. He walked over and lifted the small thing off of her as she woke up and looked at him.

A younger replica of the woman is standing beside her, sipping from her champagne before throwing a small smile my way. Denjiel slightly loosens his grip on me and steps forwards. "Madre, padre." Denjiel says to the smiling couple standing before us. "This is Kasey, my girlfriend." Denjiel looks at me and I instantly calm down as I see the love shining in his eyes. "Kasey, this is my mother, Fenna Castellano. My father Ricardo Castellano and my sister Carella."

She offered a small, reassuring smile. “Come,” she added gently. “Let’s just find a way to help you get comfortable.” After a brief hesitation, Carmel gave a small nod and gestured for Dino to assist their father. “There’s a waiting area inside said Miss… ahm…” She stopped mid-sentence, turning back to Cassie with uncertainty. “We… we don’t even know your name,” she admitted shyly. Cassie smiled. “I’m Cassie,” she said. “And this is my husband, Ashton.”

I was dating this woman, so I was on cloud nine! And in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too. Cassandra, often Cass for short, was a former gymnast and rightfully so she had the body that came with it. Muscled, toned, and athletic. Amazing in an orange thong. Or any thong, for that matter. She still did gymnastics multiple times a week, but not on an Olympic scale like she did when she was younger. Her sunny disposition in life made everyone who met her like her. How could you not? And yet, I was the one who had scored this hot-bodied, genuinely nice person.

"I can't believe they let trash like you into this academy." The magic stirred in my chest, responding to my anger. I felt the familiar warmth spreading through my veins, begging to be released. The plants on the windowsill rustled without any wind. "You don't know anything about me," I said, taking a step forward. "We know enough," Cassie said, standing up. She was taller than me, and she used the height to her advantage, looking down at me like I was something she'd scrape off her heel. "We know you're a homewrecking whore who can't keep her legs closed."

The thought of not having her with me did that – drove me wild and restless enough for me to dig into Cassie's history. I'm not sure if I was eager to find any dirt on her or I was just bored, but Goddess, I found out a handful, okay. How Cassie had lied about her two years in college where she'd met her mate – Wayne – and gotten pregnant with her daughter, Olivia. After she came back, sweet little Cassandra decided to live by "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." The crown was her goal, and not even a mate and a child were going to stop that.

Cassie had never felt more underdressed in her entire life. “Good afternoon. I’m Cassie Peters. I work as Mr. Callahan’s personal assistant. I just came by to pick up my laptop.” She explained as she slipped said laptop into her satchel. “And you are?” The woman tried to scowl at Cassie like the very idea of someone not knowing who she was personally offended her but as her face was still moderately stiff, she settled for a glare. “I’m Bethany.” “Nice to meet you, Bethany.” Cassie greeted and extended her hand for a quick handshake. Bethany eyed her hand like it was a piece of mold growing in a clutter of unwashed dishes for so long that she slowly put it away.

Xander's POV Cassie has been my mate for ten years now. She has bore me ten kids. All boys except for our youngest pup. She is now six months old. All of her brothers are just so happy to have her as their sister. The pack has chosen Marcus to be the future alpha. Cassie is pregnant for the seventh time. She is having twins. In the order of eldest to youngest, we have Levi, Marcus, and Jackson as our triplets. We had a single pup named Leonardo. Then we had twins Matthew and Kenny. Another single pup Lenny. Our youngest two sons are Samson and Nathan. Then our one and only daughter Ashleigh. We don't know yet if we are having one, two, or three pups or what the genders are.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.