Cassie Booktok Age Novels & Stories

Cassie's POV My name is Cassie. I am an Omega from Night Creeper Pack. My father is the beta of the pack. My eldest brother Johnny will become beta in three months. Today is my 17th birthday. Usually, when a werewolf turns 17 they find their mate. Well, today if I find my mate he will reject me. For an Omega, life is not always pleasant. There are two types of Omegas. The ones like me who are kept only for breeding with the strongest males and the ones who are like slaves.

I groaned, "The girls in the books always manage to get a fake partner." She flipped her hair over her shoulders, "I hate to break it to you, Cassie, but books aren't reality. Sheesh, you could have at least said boyfriend, or worse fiance. You just had to go all the way to husband!" I buried my face in my hands, "What am I going to do? I can't tell her the truth now, it'd be too embarrassing and I'm sure she's told the whole world about it." I was still living down being the girl who was dumped at the altar, no way did I want to add lying about being married to my unimpressive resume.

Cassie releases her from the tight hug and walks away. When Cassie says a client, it is a euphemistic way to refer to a perverted old man she was going to have sex with for money. At 17, the orphaned teenager had to take care of her little sister, Sam, and she did great for 5 whole years all by herself until Sam got diabetes and the cost of living became difficult. There is no job well paying enough for a high school dropout, she feels like the system is designed against her.

"I also think that I knew you before the notebook incident. But as far as I remember I never associate myself with you." Prince Caspian nod. "Yeah... maybe I saw you somewhere beside I'm a reader." Peach blush. What the heck?! Prince Caspian is her reader?! "Oh... Which book? Or what story?" She ask. Trying to pull herself and blocking the blushing. Damn! That doesn't sound right. Trying to block the blushing? "I like the one that you wrote about a two love birds forgetting each other. That's the only romance story that I have read in my entire life. I'm into thriller and horror you know." Oh, Prince Caspian likes that story of her.

I let out a snicker and nodded earnestly. “Don’t worry. They are all untouched.” … Caught in the temptation of hot hunks and wealth, Cassie pulled together a million bucks in just three days. With the funds hitting my account, I graciously pulled up the social media profiles of the three boyfriends and asked Cassie which one she’d like to begin with. After much consideration, Cassie chose to unlock Camden Forest, a young scientific prodigy. “I’ll go with him. He’s like the boy-next-door type, very approachable. I should get him wrapped around my finger in no time.”

I was finally a woman, or so, as I still felt incomplete. My friend, Cassie, would say that when we turn eighteen that's when you'll want things. Feel things. Cassie was always naughty even before she turned eighteen it was one thing I liked about her that I didn't have. Her exposure to naughty things. She was always talking wild, whispering about stuffs she did with her crush whenever she hanged out with them, how they would finger her till she cum more especially... Sex. I always carved to experience it but I felt guys took me to be a minor and I made me burn inside. Jealous maybe.

“Did she agree to it?” The teasing spark that usually lived in his tone was completely gone, wiped clean, leaving behind something colder, heavier, something that made Cassie’s smile soften just a little before she forced it back into place. “Lucky for you,” she said lightly, folding her arms and leaning against the railing like this was all harmless fun, “I wanted to ask you first because I really like her, and I don’t want to step on your toes. Besides, she’s probably in her early thirties, which is prime time, by the way, and at my wellness center she could easily meet some seriously good men who actually know how to live outside hospital walls.”

She says, the man widening his eyes. ["C-Cassie? I think I'm going mad..."] The brief memory strikes him. "So you know..." "Yes, I do." She says brightly. "So tell me. Is she really underage? She looks so meek." Asks the woman. "Mom. Im sorry and yes she is way underage. She's barely 18." Says Zayn. "Tsk tsk tsk. That's very bad on your part. Couldn't you wait until she at least turned 18?"

"I can't believe I am doing this!" I, Cassidy Black, ran my fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair. I was on speakerphone with my friend, Becky. “Don’t overthink it, Cass. It’s not as bad as you think, given your circumstances,” said my friend.

CHESTER Cassie stared at the necklace which sat in the fancy box on the vanity. A smile crept at it with a mischievous smile. She was still staring at the necklace when someone walked into her room. It was as though he was a stranger in the house when in fact, he was the heir. He looked at Cassie with disdain written boldly on his face. He didn’t seem to like her at all because he thought that Cassie was here to take his sister’s place. Chester was a young man, he was almost eighteen.