Cassie Cage Mk Mga Nobela at Kwento

him again. My name is Cassandra, though I am more commonly known as Cassie. I am 16, and will be 17 tomorrow, I’m 5’5” tall, with long brown hair that reaches my waist and chocolate brown coloured eyes, and I am currently severely underweight though I wasn’t always underweight, I used to be toned, athletic even, though I wasn't in the training programme, but when Alpha Sven and Luna Lily left the pack 6 months ago, to tend to the pack’s businesses, everything changed for me.

Cassie muttered under her breath sarcastically. "Were you talking back to me?" Maggie asked, glaring at Casaie which made Cassie lower her head. Cassie was sure that if looks could kill she'll be 100ft below the earth surface. Maybe even buried. "No Ma'am. I wouldn't dare!" Cassie added timidly.

Ragnar Marshall had already removed the tape in Cassie's mouth and released her before he walked out to meet Rollo and Brigitta when they were fighting. When Ragnar Marshall saw that Cassie was still standing by the corner of the room, watching, he said to her, "excuse me!" Cassie nodded and walked out. She felt greatly jealous. Seeing how Ragnar Marshall attends affectionately to Brigitta makes her so angry that she wish she could strangle Brigitta till death. It's even unfortunate for her that her plan to rape Ragnar Marshall wasn't successful. Well, for as long as she remains in the house, her plot must work.

Alpha Xavier's demonic voice resounded in the room. Jessie looked at me and her eyes flashed "It was because of her. It was because of that bitch... ahhhhhh!" She screamed as if she was in pain. "She's not a bitch. Luna... Luna Reah. It was because I wanted to ruin her. I had no idea she was your woman!" Jessie continued screaming.

She tied her hair into a high ponytail, watching her reflection in the mirror. Her own eyes stared back at her, cold, sharp, and determined. When she pulled the black mask over her face, only her eyes remained visible. The transformation was complete. No one would see Cassie McCarthy tonight. Only the shadow she’d become. She grabbed the small silver key from the dresser, the one that unlocked the private elevator to the underground garage, and slipped out of the bedroom. The penthouse was dim, bathed in faint moonlight spilling through the tall windows.

My heartbeats started pounded wildly in the cage . I felt her small palm gripping my jaw and titling my head for better access for her . She moaned deeply inside my mouth and I couldn't help tightening my hold in her waist bringing her more closer to me until she landed on my lap . We kept on kissing each other. She chewed my lips with her sharp teeth and I gasped on her sudden chivalry. She took this as an opportunity and inserted her small tongue exploring my cavities deeply . I grunted as our tongue Intertwined and dance together in my mouth . We kept on kissing , chewing , licking and nipping each other's lips until we felt suffocated enough . We broke the kiss taking heavy breaths . Our

In my previous life, our packs made peace, and the enemy Alpha sent his son, Kael Voss, to us as a hostage. He barely reached my shoulder. He spoke in a tiny voice, and none of the other pups wanted to play with him. My sister, Selene Vale, was next in line to lead the Silver Moon Pack. But she felt sorry for Kael. She brought him home and cared for him herself. We often played a game called “scent tracking.” We smelled Selene's clothes and tried to find where she was hiding. I thought it was an innocent game. Then one full-moon night, Selene's scream woke the entire pack house. We found her curled up in a corner. A silver blade was buried in her chest, and the bed was covered in blood. Kael

I have responsibilities and commitments I can never turn away from, not even for a mate. At least, this way, I’ll haze zero attachments to anyone in here. Especially not some weak, human girl who would only get in my way. Casey: I usually go by name Casey Montrell. But now, I went back to using my original name, Cassandra Adeliya Montrell. Three years ago, I remember going to a place deep into the woods with one of my best friends, Pixie. I can’t remember where, or why. It’s all blank to me.

She practically ran through TSA, cursing a few agents on the way to Jim. Cassie was in a tiny pink bikini top and a pink thong that was covered by her tiny batty rider shorts, as Jamaicans call it. But to the rest of the world, it’s known as booty shorts. All she had on her feet were a pair of pink, rubber flip-flops. "OK, here — take my coat,” Jim gave her his coat, laughing at the scenario. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” Cassie grunted. Jim raised his hands in surrender. “No, no I wasn't—let's just get you to Mitch.”

I decided to intensify the game. "Yes. And let me tell you something... Cassie is a woman who's past the age of marriage." My smile was cynical, watching every reaction on his face. "She’s free-spirited, outgoing, and... extremely fiery in bed. She doesn’t care what people say about her or how they see her. Plus, she has those light eyes... and dark hair, which creates a huge contrast. She’s a bold woman. Vulgar, even." I continued savoring the meat, provoking him further. I could see the veins bulging on his forehead, his face turning red as he struggled to keep his composure.