Cassie Cage Mk Novels & Stories

"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.

<<34>> * There will always be a way. * **** ---- Mia ---- I didn't know when I actually fell asleep... All I knew was, I found myself in the dream Land. I was in a very large cage... Similar to a bed cage as I could see what was going on outside. The cage was hung up in such a way that I could view everything going on beneath. I was alone in that cage... Tied up and looking so malnourished and weak.

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

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.

Casey was now soaked in a pool of blood, with both legs broken below the knee and both hands missing, staring at Jessica with hatred. "Him?" Caspian sneered, "Jessica, go and pack up the spoils. Some things aren’t suitable for you to see later." "Brat, I know who you are! You're Heavenly Stars Sect's Casper Montgomery! I can't believe you own the Thousand Cursed Mask. You can't hide this!" When Casey saw Caspian staring at him, he gritted his teeth. Then, after a pause, he added, "Don't think that I don't know what you're up to. I won't tell you anything!"

Then I turned around and left, leaving the little devil behind in her new cage. A. Gupta Hello dear readers, I have tagged my books for Competition both this one- Caged and His Broken Princess, please vote with gems and leave comments. Thankyou for all the new readers who've started reading my book, you can join F B group to know about my other books. Or on I***a. Check out my thumbnail here for it.

MARK's POV The heavy iron door of the hangar scraped against the concrete, throwing a sliver of sunlight across the raw steel frames of my prototypes. This place smelled like oil, gasoline, and hard-earned victory. It was the only place in the world that didn't belong to the Jeffson name. And now, Cassie was standing in the middle of it. She looked entirely out of place in her pristine cream top, clutching her leather portfolio against her chest like a shield.

They sort of laughed sheepishly the way people do when technology outsmarts them. "Thank you so much," the mother said, throwing her bags into the room. She extended her hand and I shook it, "My name is Cassie and this is my daughter, Brittany." I reached over and shook Brittany's hand as well. Cassie was around 5'6 and around 120lbs, very slim for an older woman. Her hair was short and sort of chestnut colored and she had pretty brown eyes behind thick glasses. Her face was warm, her smile bright, and her skin relatively smooth and clear. Her body was very thin, with small, but perky breasts, and somewhat pointy joints. But she still had a feminine flair to her hips and a surprisingly big (

There was Mia with her dark curls and mischievous grin, always the one starting chants at games; Jenna with pink streaks in her hair and a tongue piercing that glinted when she smiled, the wild one who snuck vodka into water bottles; Emily all legs and freckles, sweet but with a hidden edge; Sarah, the brunette with a killer ass and a laugh that turned heads; Taylor, blonde and bubbly with tits that strained every top; and Brooke, the redhead with piercing green eyes and a body made for sin. They all waved or winked, their outfits ranging from lacy bralettes to silk shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The air smelled like vanilla candles, popcorn, and something muskier underneath. “

The second night in the penthouse was really quiet. Alex spent the day at Vale Tower trying to act like everything was okay while the security teams checked the building and the penthouse for hidden cameras. They found two cameras in the living room air vents. They were put in there by a pro. Rowan got really mad. He made them change all the locks and put in new security systems before the sun went down.. Even with all the changes the feeling of being violated still hung in the air.