Cassie Cage Mk Novels & Stories

"Young woman, speak your vows." Glaring at Jared, I forced the words out. "I, Lael Slade, accept Jared Blackmoon as my mate." Before the officiant could prompt him, he spoke with calm certainty. "I, Jared Blackmoon, accept Lael Slade as my mate." "Now, you must claim each other through the sacred mark."

Ginny was petite and soft-spoken, but something in her eyes said steel lived beneath the sweetness. “And at the far end,” Caelan added, “are the main house omegas—Cassie and Marco. They help Mirra with the house chores.” Cassie, a tall, willowy woman with tight braids and dark skin, gave me a small wave. Marco was the youngest at the table—maybe fifteen, with wide, curious eyes and a slightly awkward grin. “He’s not yet of age,” Caelan said gently, catching my glance toward the boy. “Your scent won’t affect him.”

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.

To get things off their chest and fix things before they got too sour. The second River turns the key in the door, it flies open revealing Cassie Malacca, a stunning Samoan with long, wavy black hair. “River, hi.” She greets with a lack of enthusiasm, but even with that expression she has an enviable beauty. River forces a smile, but Cassie doesn’t return it. “Why are you here?” He questions, standing on his toes to look inside the apartment. Instead of answering, she peers at him as if intimidated by his very existence.

Viktor was on it in seconds, dragging the feed up onto the big screen in the living room. A single encrypted site. A video file already queued. They stared in silence as it loaded. Then it began. Cassie. Bound to a heavy metal chair, wrists and ankles tied with coarse rope. She wasn’t bloodied — not yet — but her cheeks were flushed with fear, her eyes wide and wet. Behind her, the background was dark, featureless. A warehouse? A bunker? Then a voice came through. Raspy, deliberate, dripping with menace. The Jackal.

Mica demanded, practically bouncing in her seat. Cassie sighed dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “He’s hot. Like, really hot. Smart, sexy. The whole damn package.” Gladz raised a brow. “How hot are we talking?” Cassie sat up straighter, eyes sparkling. “Like, tall. Chiseled jaw. Deep voice. And a smirk that could absolutely ruin your life.” “Oh my God,” I groaned, totally invested. “Did you sleep with him?”

Some of them kicked the wolves out of the pack as they slammed the door shut. "Bitches!" I cussed as I turned to leave. "Go to the questioning room. Inform the person in charge of the affairs of the room to let go of Cassie. Make sure she is brought to the public." I ordered one of the men as he lowered his head and quickly walked away. I couldn't believe my eyes when I found out that Cassie was actually one of the minions working for Maya. She has had a mask on her face since she began to work with Nina as a private assistant. Maya prolly wanted to continue her bullying system through one of her mechanisms.

She had to hurry. Cassie jogged across the lush gardens of the resort to the main lobby. The sun was already dipping behind the ocean and tiki torches burned against the starry sky above. Everything was warm and humid, but the gentle sea breeze made it comfortable. Cassie made it to the small store just in time. She found a stack of overpriced batteries and headed back to the register. Along the way, she saw a condom selection. She grabbed a box. Just because she was being fun-loving, risky Cassie didn't mean she had to be that risky. She could still be her prepared self and have fun. She made sure to grab the extra thin for her pleasure variety.

It seems as though my feet are beneath a shadow of leaves. The door to the shop shuts. I stand up from where I am seated and immediately pull out my knife. She is here. She looks at me and locks the door then she turns the sign. I watch on, getting into a defensive stance. This is my captor right here. She is wearing a coat that has lots of pockets and it stops around her thighs. She pairs it with tight fitted leather pants. This choice of clothing does not sit well with her chopsticks legs. She should be wearing her baggy shorts more.

The bridesmaids, Naina, Kristy, Aneesa, and Riya, couldn't resist the opportunity to add a touch of mischief to the festivities. Naina, known for her mischievous nature, devised a plan to surprise Ameera. With a sly grin, she tiptoed towards the bowl of turmeric paste and gently smeared a small dab on the tip of Ameera's nose, quickly stepping back with a mischievous giggle. Ameera, unsuspecting, touched her nose and felt the wetness. She looked around, puzzled, and noticed Naina's cheeky expression. Understanding the game, Ameera retaliated with a mischievous glint in her eyes.