Cassie Ainsworth Skins Novels & Stories

, I screamed *********************************************************************************************************** ___________________________________________________ CASSIE POV I was trying to reschedule for Alex which will cover this week , when there was a knock , I know it was the new personal assistant , I thought it will be an elder or a guy but I was surprised to see a beautiful lady, I was jealous , I can't allow her to see the boss , I know that the boss is arrogant and a pervert person But I love it like that because when he was dating Kate , he doesn't even think if any lady exist, thank goodness, he left heartbroken, but it turned him to be arrogant, but I enjoyed it every

His eyes fix on something over my shoulder. “Knox.” Before I turn, her scent fills the air, consuming my entire being. I whip my head fast and there she is. Cassie stands at the edge of the rink, her hands gripping the barrier. She's wearing tight jeans and an oversized hoodie, her dark hair pulled back in that messy bun that's driving me crazy. Her amber eyes find mine through her glasses and everything else falls away. The noise, the team, the ice. All of it disappears, until it's just her.

"Cassie, I'm at my limit. I don't know how much longer I can wait.” His hard voice made her chew my lip. “No,” I shook my head. “You haven’t reached your breaking point if you’re still standing here and I still have my clothes on." Arden groaned. “Fuck, Cass. What are you trying to do to me right now?” God, you seriously are fucking evil.” “Just see how wicked I am. It truly cannot be worse than this. Or can it?” Cassie smirked. She walked over to one of the tanning beds. Climbing forward on her hands and knees, she let Arden watch as she slowly lowered myself to lie on her stomach.

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

It's Whitney and on her right is her sidekick Jasmine and on her left is Robyn who was watching Whitney with a bored and annoyed look. “Run along Whitney, no one wants your slutty ass here” Cassie insults, not even bothered at Whitney's fake attempt at an insult. “Shut up bitch, it’s not my fault guys find you unattractive” Whitney spits back at Cassie, this time hitting a nerve. Cassie is a bit conscious about her body, although she is hot and absolutely beautiful but she dealt with body dysmorphia a few years back. “Shut up Whitney, you're being a bitch” someone speaks breaking the silence. It’s Robyn.

I said reaching behind me to pull out my dagger. I stopped and my hand uncurled from the head of the dagger when I saw Cassie emerging from the tree. Her eyes looked behind me, and she saw the tunnel. “Are you some kind of freak, if that What you are?." I tilted my head to the side to watch her. She was wearing a cropped top but it must be freezing out. She was wearing baggy cargo shorts and sneakers. Her skin was smooth and silky but marked by a few scars. “You should be in the comfort and safety of your home." I said, playing mind games with her.

"I believe you to be slightly larger and shorter than Penny. I'm hoping the dressmaker can make the necessary changes in time. However, make sure you continue your detox diet just in case. The harsh response rose to the tip of Cassie's mouth, but she bit it back. She knew exactly what Ainsley was attempting to do. Having spent her whole life around females similar to her, Cassie vowed not to let this one get to her. Cassie followed Ainsley to the white Mercedes convertible as she led them into the parking lot. Cassie sat down in the front seat when Ainsley waved her to get in with a flip of her hand. They guided the procession of vehicles from the parking lot in the direction of the bridal b

I gasped, and he stopped. My breaths felt louder than before. I shot him a look. “You’re not going to turn it on when we're outside, are you?” my cheeks flushed as I tried to regain composure. “Just a taste of what’s to come.” He smirked, eyes filled with mischief. “Not outside, Jake. I’m wearing a dress. It will be awkward. I don’t even know if I can walk properly with this thing inside me.” “That’s part of the thrill, Cassie. The unpredictability. The anticipation.”

“Relax, I didn’t rob anyone.” Cassie raised a perfectly arched brow as she peeked inside the bag. “Well, you could’ve fooled me.” With exaggerated slowness, she reached in and pulled out a sleek, designer purse, gasping dramatically as she held it up to the light. “Oh my God,” Cassie whispered, her expression pure awe. “Is this real leather?” She turned it over in her hands, running her fingers along the smooth surface before letting out an even louder gasp. “Damn, Mica, at this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if you told us you won the lottery. Or—” she paused for effect, eyes twinkling with mischief, “—my sugar daddy theory isn’t that far off.”

Casie: "Actually I was in high school so I haven't figured out what I needed to do further." Eva: "Oh ok. but you are good with the dress selection. You can even work full time here if you got bored being a guardian angel and help in secret mission". Casie: "Really? Thank you so much. I will definitely remember this." Meanwhile, someone came into the boutique. It's a girl with pink hair, stocking, and a white skirt and a pink top. She is not an angel as her wings were different. Nor is she a witch. Her eyes are purple.