Cassie Cage Futa Novels & Stories

Kayola is too dumbfounded to say a word. “It is five in the morning, and you are still sleeping? Come on get into the kitchen and do the dishes!” “But….but it is just five in the morning,” Kayola protests. “You are arguing with me?” she moves closer to Kayola and hits her right in the face. Kayola transforms immediately into her wolf and charges at Cassie. Thank goddess that she has learnt over time to control herself; if not, she would have torn the petrified woman into shreds. Cassie is an ordinary Omega and she is no match for Kayola- not in the least.

I walk over to the table. “Can I help,” I ask. One of the witches turns and smiles at me. “Of course Alpha Simon.” She says warmly, “my name is Cassandra but everyone calls me Cas.” Her hair is cherry red against her ivory skin. Her eyes are green like the color of algae. She is maybe sixteen. She point to her friend. “This is Cilie she doesn’t talk much,” The girl lifts her head and smiles at me. Shock runs through my body. She has a scar going down the side of her face. She is only about nine, maybe ten. Who did that to her?

My flashlight beam shook as it landed on the cage. Gold bars gleamed under the harsh lights. Inside it was Ethan's hidden, treasured woman. The girl was peacefully sleeping, her face almost identical to mine, still holding onto traces of tears. She woke up at the sound of me approaching and shot me a defiant look. "Oh," she drawled. "You must be the woman Ethan keeps outside. How did you enjoy that toasty warmth?" Her words struck me like a thunderclap, further confirming the thoughts I had. "My name is Chiara Green," she chirped. "It's been seven years since I've seen sunlight. Ethan says UV rays harm porcelain skin."

Cassie didn’t need anyone to tell her that she was looking at Sapphire. She had smooth ivory skin which was marked only by a few tattoos that were poking out of her outfit. She wore a large coat which could have been okay with the walls of Tech Town but was probably not the smartest outfit choice considering the weather outside. Her brown eyes were the same light shade as her hair and both hair and eyes looked absolutely wild. Her crimson nails appeared badly chipped and chewed. She crossed her arms under her bust and frowned at Cassie. “Where is he?!” She snarled.

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

“All of them.” Without hesitation, Cassie reached for the hem of her silky top and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfect, high and round with pale pink nipples that were already pebbled tight, either from the cool air or from the thrill of the danger. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and let it pool at her feet, then stepped out of it. She was left in only a pair of sheer, black lace panties. “Those too,” Hugo breathed.

She had been one at one time. Cassie booted up her computer and evacuated her phone from her satchel. It had buzzed a few more times since she arrived. She studied through a few of the writings her companions sent her, along with a connect to a prevalent social media site. She perused the enormous and striking red ruddy features with horror: TALON RUIZ HOT FOR Instructor? CASSIE BURCH LOOKING TO Educate THE Very rich person A LESSON?

"I had Cassian bring in some clothes from the safehouse. They’re in the foyer. Real clothes, Zara. Not the 'Donna' armor." I stood up, my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. I walked to the window, the floorboards groaning under my weight. Outside, the Vance gardens were a gothic nightmare—a jungle of thorns, dying roses, and ivy that had strangled the stone cherubs until they looked like they were screaming.

I grab a book from the pile under the television and spread my legs on the couch. A phone begins to ring under the couch. I kneel and retrieve it. Zuri's picture is the wallpaper of the phone. I settle on the floor and begin to go through the phone. Zuri is more wild than I have seen judging from the photos in her phone. A message pops: "Come get the door." I decided to go to Kent's I*******m page. He only posts on his story, not his feed. There is an update there. One picture was a quote, the other was of a beautiful mansion. So he is alive. He was not kidnapped either.