Cassie Father Novels & Stories

He held a digital tablet against his chest, looking at me with a mixture of relief and nervousness. "Miss Beaumont," the young man said, stepping forward and offering a hand. "I’m Julian Vance. I was your father’s junior legal counsel. It is an absolute honor to finally meet you in person." I took his hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "Nice to meet you, Julian. I didn't know my father had someone so young on his legal team."

Albert interrupted and before anyone could say a word to this, he stormed out, banging the door shut. “I’ll take care of her. Please excuse me, I want to speak privately with your assistant.” He said with a curt bow but before he could take a step, Cassie pulled him backward as she shook her head. “You don't want to die yet, right?” “Stay back, she's right,” Father said and after a brief hug with me, he walked out of the room leaving Cassie behind.

I rub my forehead and Bianca laughs. I've even forgot we were on an phone call. "Don't give the kids a hard time, Cassie. I'll call you all later, okay?" She says and they all yell love kisses to the phone. "Mummy is it true that we're going to New York this Saturday?" Alessio asks. "Uhm, I'll be going to New York. Not all of us." I say, chuckling. "But didn't you say that Daddy is in New York and one day we'll all go and visit him there?" Ethan questions with a frown.

We have left her behind at our house after she told Pryce that her father was gone long ago. Then there was a bright light that she made out of her hands that lit up almost the whole cemetery, and I killed my firelight. "How was he when I left, Cassie?" Pryce asked her best friend, who showed her a warm smile before answering, "He was a broken man. Though he was pretty surprised that you and your mother are not really humans, he still loved you. It was Ronald Burton, the principal of your school, and my mom, who told him everything that he doesn't know. I knew him as a great man and a businessman, but death has its way of changing everyone unexpectedly. Not long after, when you left, Pryce,

I met with the marketing unit today and I have instructed the marketing director to get to work. “Bravo,” his father's tense posture relaxed. He leaned back in his seat again, the leather quaking with his movement. “I am so proud of you, son.” “Thanks Dad.” He buttoned his jacket. “I will be on my way for my meeting now.” “I saw your picture with her.” His father's baritone voice stopped him mid way “What picture?” Blake looked back. “So is she the one, huh?” He winked at his son. “Cassie.”

Because they had the right to choose, she couldn’t lie to them forever. “Mommy, just say it. Noel and I will listen carefully!” “Mommy, go ahead. We can handle it!” Cassidy took a deep breath and spoke, “They used to ask me how they came into the world, and I told them I am a superwoman, and that’s why I could conceive them on my own. But it wasn’t like that. They have a father, but he’s not really their father, Helton.” “Mommy, we know. Dylan Lee is our father.” Against all of Cassidy’s expectations, the children directly mentioned their biological father’s name.

Though I highly doubted it. My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything. “Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”

Travelling from track to track was brutal and not what she wanted at the time. More than anything, Cassie wanted a stable family life. She and Sara were raised by their single mom, Margo Woods. Their father, John, split shortly after Sara was born, and he never contacted his family again. Cassie was two at the time, so she had only a vague memory of him. His absence pained them all, and Cassie longed for her father.

“Okay, you have had enough. You should leave.” “I said quality control.” Her father argues. “My daughter has a reputation and I need to protect it.” “I am a big girl now. I can protect everything on my own.” She pushes him toward the door. Peter grabs her cheek and gives Cassie a kiss on the forehead. “Grow up as much as you can, you’ll always be my little princess.” After her father leaves the kitchen, Cassie turns back to being busy with the chicken wings and fries more of them. Half an hour later, she goes to the living room with a big bowl of caramel popcorn and finds her father with aunt Gilda’s husband. He is a giant man with a kind heart and Cassie’s favorite male neighbor. Her favori

“That’s not really an option.” I stood, wobbling slightly. “This is illegal. I can go to the cops.” He took a step forward. “Cassie, if you go to the cops right now, you won’t make it to their doorstep. There are people who want something from you. People who won’t ask nicely.” I swallowed hard. “And what exactly do they want?” He paused. “Something your father had before he died.” My stomach twisted. “You knew my father?” “I knew of him,” he replied. “He worked with dangerous men, Cassie. Left behind dangerous things.”