Novel & Cerita Cassie Edwards Books

Thank God for saved passwords. It was educational. And a little depressing. Cassie really was a piece of work; nasty, spiteful, sharp-tongued. Popular in the shallow way mean girls always are. Followed and liked on social media, but with no real warmth anywhere. If she had true friends, I couldn’t find them. Her parents had died when she was nineteen, leaving her rich and alone. I wondered if that had hollowed her out. If that was when the walls went up. Why she didn’t let people in.

She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw. ‘The Council’s crimes’; ‘First dynasty of Ascended members’; ‘Bloody Peace: a review on the most atrocious acts of the Council’ Those were just some of the titles, but the table was still stacked with books they were yet to reach. Lady Cassie came back with a tray with three teacups and a teapot and smiled at them gently. “Oh, how wonderful, you chose my favorite!” “Cassie, what is the meaning of this? How did you know?”

This is dangerous. It’s making me want to give him another baby. And then another. And t— Luckily, Cassie starts telling the story about what happened earlier and it pulls me out of my naughty, dangerous thoughts. "So, we were outside, at the same park we always take Ash to," Cassie starts, with a chocolate mustache because of her ice cream. And her pretty lip still swollen, "When I feel someone with terrible energy approaching me. I turned around just in time to see that crazy witch lifting a hand and grabbing my hair like this…”

"Please enlighten me as to how you intend to protect your petite-ass from the psychos of the world. What if Jack had been a rapist or murderer?" "I would have started the van and took off." Cassie giggled, trying to lighten the mood. "Actually, I've been taking karate classes for the past couple of weeks." Grinning slyly, she sent Eryn a sassy wink. "Nice. Let me guess who the instructor is," Eryn said, glaring at Cassie and expecting an explanation, even though she knew the answer. "I'm learning to defend myself." Cassie shrugged innocently. "And it just so happens, I can keep an eye on the wife at the same time."

"She made a friend, Cassandra, and then she got into a fight at school. She got back with her old friend Nathaniel, and then she got attacked by the dark demon. Then, when she tried to even things at the race court with Christian, she ended up meeting shape shifters. She went to Cassandra's home, where she got kidnapped and tortured. With your friend, Marissa, that half transition to her wolf at the party, on the hill, and now that she has met her father, she ends up like this. Do you really believe it's just me?" Cassie looked up from the ground back at Evander.

I had made plans to take lunch to Alexander at his office today. A sudden knock on the door broke the silence, causing me to look up and gaze towards the entrance. The door swung open, and in walked Cassie, looking every bit the professional chef in her crisp white apron, matching hat, and sturdy kitchen shoes. Her hands were occupied, one grasping a sleek, silver food flask, the other holding a small, leather-bound notebook. A warm smile spread across my face as I greeted her, "Oh, it's you, Cassie." She reciprocated with a bright, cheerful smile of her own, her eyes sparkling with warmth and friendliness as she approached my table with a confident stride.

He took two and ran off. “He’s going to be fine. He loves his father.” She smiled, her eyes filled with happiness. “Alright, now, now. Tell me about it.” “You tell me about it,” I said. “What do you know about Amethyst?” Cassie’s expression turned thoughtful as she took a sip of her wine. She looked like she was considering her response carefully. “Well, Amethyst is a pretty big deal,” she began. “They’ve got their fingers in a lot of pies, so to speak. Kinky stuff, wild desires, wild fantasies, tasting the forbidden, and more.”

She loved reading romance stories and everything that has to do with fairytales. I gave them a look, that showed how unrealistic I thought that is. Even though a small part of me would like that to be true. “Excuse me,” said a small voice. We all turned our heads to the door. At the doorway stood Cassie. Her cheeks blushing and her expression shy. The first thought that hit my mind was, “how much did she hear?”

I understood their apprehension, despite my disappointment. Though my physical scars had healed, the emotional wounds remained. I struggled with nightmares and insomnia whenever my sister was not nearby. Everything changed when I met Cassie. She is an extraordinary woman—a stranger, a single mother, and a friend of my sister’s. Yet, I felt an immediate and profound connection with her, as though we had known each other forever. Cassie became my anchor, offering safety, peace of mind, and perhaps even happiness. She was the one who finally helped me find the peace I had been desperately seeking.

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.