Novel & Cerita Cassie Curses Nudes

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.

I won't let anyone rule me, Cassie is the woman I've been looking for all this time. I have to hide this especially from Noah, my stepbrother. "Alright, organize everything and keep this a secret. I don't want anyone to know that my Luna is not okay." ***** The doctor handed over Cassie's examination results. "There's nothing unusual from the examination. Her blood is normal but her pheromones are unstable. But that's normal during this mating season. It will get better in a few days." “Exactly how many days?” I asked emphasizing. I didn't accept uncertainty.

“ oh heavens help me “ Cassy said when she looked below the Clift and saw the body of flowing waters. “ good now we don’t have a specific pose for you just give us what you think we will be needing as a professional model “ Alex explained “is that understood “ he asked to be sure Cassy got what he said “ very well “ Cassy said taking a deep breath This was her dream despite the location she was going to smash the photo shoot like always Just the continuous clicking of the camera and the flowing water was all that was heard as everyone was quiet as they watch the beautiful model changing her poses and she looks beautiful and professional in all her action At some pose she gave a breath taking

She looks at Andros, tilting her head. Cass is in New York. Tesoro mio drugged me and just fucked off to go and get her revenge. Jesus Christ! “Since she was a kid, why?” Andros answers her and she nods at the phone. I move and grab it. I look at it and it is her social media account. I look at the pictures. I growl as I look at the video and press the play symbol. I watch as she does an Irish dance, then a man steps up and dances with her like a battle. Andros sighs. I look at Andros and he looks up at the ceiling, blowing out an exasperated breath.

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

My lip curls under my teeth, and I find myself settling into Cassian's seat and reaching for his laptop. If he's right, and Jason didn't post the videos, then why hasn't he reached out? And why do I feel Cassian's excitement growing with each click of the keyboard? True to his words, there is no scandal. No articles of the young assistant who has an interesting past life, no blogs or call outs. The streets of Onlyfans stay quiet, and it stills my heart. My eyelids flutter shut, but they snap open again, and now I have a new problem.

The air smelled like darkroom chemicals and cedar and him. Cassian stood behind the tripod, camera aimed at me, black shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, sleeves rolled, hair falling into his eyes. He looked at me the way he always did—like I was the only thing worth capturing, like every inch of my skin was art he needed to immortalize. I was naked. Completely. No robe. No props. No pretense. Just me. Skin prickling under the cool air, nipples tight, thighs already slick because he hadn’t even touched me yet.

Maricris struggled desperately, her carefully styled hair now disheveled. “You crazy woman! Let go of me!” Kai stood a few steps behind Cassie, clutching the nanny’s hand now, his teary eyes wide as he watched. "Yes,” Cassie said with a faint, chilling smirk. “I am crazy. What will you do about it?” And then she dug her nails deeper. “Ahhh—!” Maricris’s scream pierced the lobby as sharp pain shot across her face. Cassie’s nails had broken the skin now, thin lines of blood beginning to surface where her fingers pressed.

She was like a ghost that wouldn't leave. The background of the video was filled with lewd and crude comments from the men below. "God! She's so hot!" "She's got an hourglass figure." "Wonder how much she charges for a night?" "Let's go ask." Angel sent me another video, and I clicked it open as well. Cassidy had been taken down and was now sitting on the lap of a fat, drunken man, across from Trevor. The man was toying with her body, his hands roaming as he drank.