Cassie Blake の小説・ストーリー

A very soft, incredibly hesitant voice suddenly speaks from the shadows behind her. Luna slowly turns around. Standing near the glass doors is the young woman Liam brought as his date tonight. She looks incredibly young, likely no more than twenty years old, dressed in a delicate white knit sweater and a soft apricot-colored skirt. Looking at her, Luna feels a sudden, unsettling sense of familiarity, as if she is looking into a slightly distorted, slightly blurred mirror. "My name is Cassie," the girl whispers. She nervously twists the hem of her knit sweater between her fingers, her pale cheeks burning with an embarrassed, rosy flush. "I...I have seen pictures of you before."

The kind that didn’t just enter your orbit — he made you aware you were already in his. She angled toward the bar, fingers brushing the satin clutch at her side. If Leo noticed, he didn’t show it. But Cass knew better. Men like him noticed everything. Cass offered a polite, noncommittal smile. “Sounds like you’ve got quite the story,” she said, keeping it vague. “Stories make the world go round, Ms…?” Grant—his name stitched into his leather portfolio—leaned in. She sipped her drink before answering. “Blake. Cassandra Blake.” One of her safe, untraceable names.

After the last time, it wouldn't be bad enough to say that we were more like friends now. Friends with benefits. I took his signal, closing up the large distance between us. He stood there looking all professional in his grey shorts and baseball hat- surrounded by a bunch of other people. "So here's our second lead actress!. Everyone, kindly welcome - Selene Woods" - he announced, watching my approaching figure. I straightened my black top as i bowed slightly, strands of hair falling over my face. "You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent".

“What do you want?” My voice was low, but sharp so she'd know I wasn't in for any joking around. We hadn't talked since the scene at Imogen's school, and I'd have loved it if we kept it that way. But here she was, standing outside my company. Cassie's shoulders lifted to a shrug, and she strode over, each step slow and calculated. She had on black palazzo pants with a dark pink sleeveless crop top, so I got to see the little bump on her stomach.

“You’re literally injured, Rhett, and now you’re in practice? I told you not to come. Glad I decided to stop by.” By now, Rhett has realized what game I’m playing because he shoves my arm and glares down at me harshly. But the damage is already done. I can hear the frantic whispering from his teammates, and best of all, Cassidy Green is standing at the other side of the bleachers, filming the whole interaction for her TikTok account. She’s a popular puck bunny, and half of Blackridge follows her account where she posts everything about them from training to hangouts, parties… This is going to keep the entire campus talking for weeks—Rhett Reed, the mighty bad boy captain, needing a protector

Cassie's death had been the end of one threat, but it had also been the beginning of something potentially far more dangerous. The question now was whether Lisa Blackwood—former mean girl, current mother, survivor of trauma and transformation—would choose to step into the spotlight one more time to defend the pack that had become her family. And whether that choice, whatever it was, would be enough to prevent the war that seemed to be building on the horizon.

Axel. Cassie stared up at me, the expression in her doe, brown eyes, unreadable, though I could sense the war raging inside her. Her hand hovered over the car door handle, trembling ever so slightly before falling back into her lap, the long extension of her braids moving with her. She parted her lips, ready to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance. “There’s no debate here, Cassie,” I said firmly. “You’re coming with me.”

Cassie still can’t believe this is happening, her body shivers with excitement and she hardly quenches her giggle. See? She wants to ask him. Where is that little princess now, Mathias? Slowly, his eyes drop onto her cleavage. Her breasts are bouncing as she jumps. Cassie likes the way his eyes get darker against the view in front of his face and she wants to tease him. Her hands leave his shoulders and touch her breasts. She squeezes and pushes them together. "Wanna see my boobs?" She shamelessly asks while jumping, spreading her vanilla scent inside his car. Her knees are uncomfortable with the irritating fabric of the backseat, but she doesn't care.

"Scarlett." ******

She blocked my way. “There's no confusing Noah Black with anyone but Noah Black.” She smiled with her perfect lips. She had a bone, and she wasn't going to lose it. “You do know he's going to build timeshares on the property, right? I can't imagine you'd be too happy to see the flux of people coming in and out of those. I hear that's hard on the local ecology.”