Cassie Cage Futa Novels & Stories

“Bring them over,” “Oh!” Cassie sprinted to her bedroom and came out after a few seconds. In her hands are two different wigs. One was a short brown wig, and the other one was a long blonde curly wig. Vale picked up the short brown wig. “Let’s wear it,” Vale walks to the full body mirror beside the entrance door and put the wig on her head, adjusting it. Cassie followed her lead in a daze. Strange. Why are they wearing wigs?

But I knew him better than anyone else… I noticed clearly exactly where his attention and interest truly lied all night long. At the far corner of the grand hall, standing near the large glass windows overlooking the beautiful garden, stood a young woman — tall, slender, beautiful with long curly hair and seductive eyes, wearing a revealing red dress that left almost nothing to imagination. She was none other than Chloe Rios — the latest woman Lucas had been seeing and spending almost all his free time with for the past two months. Everyone in our circle knew exactly who she was and exactly what she was to Lucas. She was his newest favorite, his current mistress, and everyone whispered and g

“What’s your handle?” “That’s the thing,” Cassie smiled. “I don’t use my name. I run CasRoe Health & Fitness Blog.” Sebastian’s eyes widened. “That’s you?” She nodded, amused. “You have ten million followers,” he muttered, offended on behalf of his own obliviousness. He immediately hit ‘follow.’ “How am I not one of them?” Cassie’s laughter warmed the room. “You’re still as dramatic as ever. But tell me, what’s your relationship status? Are you married?”

She felt like she was fighting with a possessed demon. “You really wanna know my mission in this clan huhn…look at me” Cassie drags her face upward, wearing a devilish grin “Well, my mission is to send you to hell” She snapped giving her a head cut as Celine went unconscious. She picked up her body and placed her on her own bed. She scurried towards where her laptop is, picking it up as she click on the cam recorder. She smiled to her satisfaction when it displayed what she has always wanted.

[ 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)

I said. "Hmm…maybe. Wait, that’s it?! OMG! OMG! OMG! What if Cassie isn't really a member of the black kingdom and someone is just ordering her. Someone's controlling her!" Said Ate. I nodded and she applauded. "OMG Cia you're really good!" She said and hugged me tightly.

Cassie crouched down, wiped her face, and smiled at them. “No, guys. I’m going to have a baby. You’re gonna be an aunt and uncle.” Rowan’s eyes went huge. “Like… a real baby?” Sage immediately started jumping. “Can it ride ponies? Can it have red hair like me? Can we name it Sparkle?” Rhett snorted. “We’ll work on the name.” I watched my husband ruffle Rowan’s hair, watched Sage climb into Cassie’s lap like she belonged there, watched my oldest daughter glow through her nerves and tears.

Jasmine uttered and got up from her seat, trying to elude the big man but who was she kidding? A deep, corny chuckle left Massimo's mouth as he leered at the hyperventilating girl. She was so easy to dominate, so easy to overpower and mold according to anyone's likes. "I'm not thirsty, Miss Johansson," Massimo said while smiling feebly. He motioned her to sit back on her seat with his eyes. "You should go now, Mr. Cassano. Mr Evans won't be back until night" Jasmine pulled herself up and said firmly. She was literally on cloud nine when she didn't stutter.

Cassie began, jabbing Natasha in the arm. "What?" "You freaking out in front of Lucas King!" "The artist?" "Oh, no. The fisherman who happens to have really cool hair!" Natasha gave her an annoyed look. "Nothing. I was just a little dazed from the football that was coming right at my face." "Yeah, sure," Cassie added, rolling her eyeballs. "How do I still put up with you?" "Duuh...I'm your bff and in case you hadn't noticed, the last 'f' is for forever !" Cassie responded with her high spirited tone, "besides, where else are you gonna find an awesome friend like me?"

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.