Cassie Cage Futa Novels & Stories

(Silver haired cute girl) “Me?..I am Cassi Gust, Little Yggdrasil~…Nice to meet you too…what a peculiar ones you are, I feels like have heard that name before..well..now let’s us go and find that ladder..”.(Duchess Cassi Gust)

"Hank, nothing's in our way now. When can we get married?" However, Hank was too sad to care. All he could think about was his wife, who had left, and he did not have the heart to think about Winona. Winona would not give up her dream of living a life of luxury as Mrs. Chapman. "Hank, our suburban house is just too small. For our new place, let's get a bigger villa, and I've always wanted a fancy car. We should have our wedding on Bariya Island, and I want a wedding dress with ninety-nine real diamonds, designed by the top designer."

“Then be a good girl, and you will be very happy in this gilded cage.” With that, Kieran straightened up and walked away, leaving Lalisa sitting there alone. Kieran’s words echoed in her head. “Gilded cage.” What a fitting description for her situation right now. This place was beautiful, luxurious, and safe, but at the same time, it was a prison that would confine her freedom forever. These unseen rules had now been officially declared, and Lalisa had no choice but to accept and follow them unconditionally. Because this was the fate she had chosen, the path she had to walk as the sole, precious property of the three Alphas.

It was a subtle jab at him. Five years ago, in Cassie’s memories, she had been nothing but an unnamed extra. Her hair tied simply, her face innocent, and her dream grand—to become a star through her own hard work. But everything changed when her mother was diagnosed with a malignant tumour, and the cost of surgery left Cassie in despair. That night, at a small production house party, Julian Sterling approached her. “Cassandra Vance, isn’t it?” His voice was low and charismatic. “Yes, Mr Sterling. Sorry, I’m a fan of yours,” Cassie replied, glancing shyly, her voice slightly stammering.

said Cassie, walking to the bald guy, with a bored face, “I’m well trained. Now, open the door.” “Can’t do that.” Shrugged the bald guy. “Don’t say I didn’t ask nicely, then.” Said Cassie, before punching the guy in the gut with her elbow. The bald guy fell on his knees and Cassie took this opportunity to punch the guy in his balls, then his nose, then his head with her hands. The bald guy ended up knocked out. Cassie opened the door, and walked through the kitchen, and grabbed one of the heaviest cake molds there were, and looked over the round shaped window of the other kitchen door.

I miss fucking you. Cassie: I miss that too. Reggie: What are you wearing? Cassie: A pair of shorts and a tank top. Why? Reggie: I want yo to strip. I am going to video call you. Cassie: Hold on a moment. Let me head to the guest room. I am with Asher. Reggie: Don't keep me waiting.

They stared at each other, unable to shift their gaze away. Cassie stood at the side and looked at Lennon at once, who did not expect her to be there, and he smiled at her. Cassie had dressed up today, with her black hair tied up with a pearl hair band, giving off the aura of a young lady, even though she was 1.6m tall, but standing in front of these female stars, her young lady's temperament, was extremely outstanding.

“You must take me for a fool if you think I will go off with you in the woods. I watch too many horror movies to know the Dos and Don'ts.” An ear-piercing cracking sound came from the woods. Cassie looked to where she saw the yellow eyes before. Loud laughter echoed through the air, then a beautiful young woman stepped from behind the bushes. She had long, black, curly hair reaching down to her waist. Skin colour as golden as honey. “Alpha, I like this girl,” she spoke to Mitch. Then she turned to Cassandra. “Hi, I'm Fiona,” she stretched her hand for Cassie to shake. “Oh my God, you're naked,” Cassie said, shocked.

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.

“She’s my mate, Callum.” “What?” he breathed. I looked back at her. She was barely conscious, slumped against the cold wall. She looked so frail and underfed. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. I wanted to hold her. To shield her and tear apart anyone who had laid a hand on her. “Open this cell before I break it down myself,” I growled. And I could. I was an Obsidian wolf, one of the most powerful wolves alive. If they refused, I would rip the bars out of the stone and use them to crush their heads.