Cassie Ainsworth Novels & Stories

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

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

K•E•L•S•I:::: "Kelsi, What's happening here?"Who's that? Mum asked coming towards me with the things she bought, while looking at Anita departing figure. "Uhm....She's just a friend", I smiled, taking the goods from my mum who look unconvinced about my reply, I knew she could see my unsettled body language. "She is my Friend mum, ermm.... I mean my class mate, she was greeting me" I grinned, trying to reassure my mother.

Thank God for saved passwords. It was educational. And a little depressing. Cassie really was a piece of work; nasty, spiteful, sharp-tongued. Popular in the shallow way mean girls always are. Followed and liked on social media, but with no real warmth anywhere. If she had true friends, I couldn’t find them. Her parents had died when she was nineteen, leaving her rich and alone. I wondered if that had hollowed her out. If that was when the walls went up. Why she didn’t let people in.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

I introduced Ava to her. “Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Cassie Millans; it's a pleasure to meet Joshua's friends,” she said with a friendly smile, extending her hand to Ava. My friend studied her first with her gaze, looking her up and down without shamelessness to see if she could be trusted. Cassie Millans was a young and beautiful woman, neither fat nor thin, with tanned skin color more like Latina and straight brown hair with light tips. She had a good aura of someone who had her feet well-placed on the ground and who knew what she wanted from life. Ava also noticed this, so much so that she smiled at the girl and took her hand. "The pleasure is mine. Very nice to meet you. Josh really has g

I smiled awkwardly and nodded. “Yes,” I confirmed. Her eyes widened, “Oh my gosh! I’m delighted to finally meet you. I heard many things about you. And I really, really admire you!” That caught me off guard. Am I that famous? She extended her hand in front of me, “I’m Cassie Steel, the royal beta’s cousin. I’m also a knight,” she introduced herself. “I’m pleased to meet you, ma’am. I’m---” she cut me off and eagerly took one of my hands. “Anastasia Cullen. I know you, my lady.” This girl has so much energy, and I like it.

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."

“Broad shoulders. Athletic cut.” He didn’t ask questions. He just started working. I stood in front of the mirror in black dress pants and a crisp white shirt while he adjusted the jacket on my shoulders, tugging at the sleeves, muttering about symmetry. Then the door opened. Cassie stepped in,her eyes were scanning the room like she wasn’t sure she wanted to be here. She wore leggings, an oversized hoodie, hair pulled back into a clean, high ponytail. Effortless. And still managed to look pretty.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m fine, Mom.” I smiled—really smiled this time. Before I could respond, a familiar voice cut in—loud, impossible to ignore. “Why are you two hiding out here instead of dancing?” Cassie. I turned just in time to see her strutting toward us like she owned the place. She was wearing tight short shirt that hugged her perfectly, paired with a crop top that showed just enough skin to turn heads as she walked past. And judging by the way a few guys openly stared, it was working.