Cassie Father Novels & Stories

I called Cassie, planning on crashing at her place for a while. After a change of clothes—Evans clothes since mine were soaking wet. I rang Cassie's doorbell and she opened up in minutes. Cassie stays alone, her parents are in London and honestly, it's perfect. Cassie's parents were lovely. We've been friends for 15 years and honestly, there's no other person I would wish for a best friend. “Honestly, your dad's a d*ck. I'm permitted to call him that right?” “You can call him anything, have your fun.” I joke

“Maybe Isabella should find someone else.” Every time, he’d used the noble excuse of “respecting his late mother” to humiliate me. And now, this “devoted son” was dishonoring the memory of his dead mother in the filthiest way imaginable. “Once that little bookworm finally gives up, I’ll be free,” Dante’s insults continued. “My father can’t force me to marry some piece of trash nobody wants.” Scarlett’s laughter was sharp and piercing. “Are you sure she’ll stop chasing you, darling?”

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

"Don't hesitate! Remember, she was just an Omega! You married her even though you never loved her!" I stilled. I turned to Dorian. "What is she talking about?" My voice barely held together. Dorian exhaled. "I-I only married you because it was my father's wish, I never loved you Soraya" Dorian muttered and just like that, the last piece of my heart, shuttered. His voice was sharp with emphasis on father. Not stepfather.

“I’m not being dramatic, I’m being serious. Bethany’s terrible.” “Fuck.” Cassie cried out arching her back. Not only did Felix have a finger inside her which he had started to slide in and out of her, but he also grabbed a hold of her clit and had started to tug on that too. “Bethany.” She quickly added the last part when she remembered that Isabel was on the other end of the line. “I completely agree. Fuck Bethany.” Isabel said. “Please tell me that she’s not my mother.” “She’s not. You have the same father.” Cassie managed to squeeze out. Her back was arched and her breathing had grown rapidly. If Isabel didn’t hang up soon, she was going to have to do so herself.

I think he did something really bad and we weren’t together anymore, that was my gut feeling I just couldn’t remember what. Maybe I could get more answers from my father. My dad came over and gave me a big hug, “Hey kiddo, can you please stop ending up in the hospital every fucking time you come to Lansing? And I think it’s time you finally find a boyfriend who doesn’t put you in the hospital.” I saw him eye Steve who gave him a smile and kicked his leg, “Aww come on old man, I told you what happened. Don’t put this on me.” My dad laughed, “Yeah I know but I like to bug you.”

There were sixteen and they both loved staying up late doing whatever kids did. Binging shows, and texting friends. I would miss them too but they didn't really need me that much the way they used to. They will be fine on their own. My heels echoed against the marble as I headed for Papà’s office. I rarely went in there—I preferred not to know too much about his business. Rule number one of having a Mafia Boss as a father. No Questions. I knocked, waiting for his voice. “Come in.” Papà was seated behind his desk in a room filled with men in black suits.

I took my champagne in one gulp, receiving a scolding look from my father and even Cassie. "Let's take it easy, we're not even engaged yet," I tried to argue in an unassuming manner. "It won't take long to happen, I hope." my father smiled, however, I could see a subtle threat in his smile. "I see a splendid partnership between us, Carter" Cassie's father raised his cup to mine, making the tinkle coming from the toast echo through the place. "Tell me John, how's your first high profile case going?" he inquired. "Are you already feeling the popular pressure from your client being accused of murdering an important figure?"

he says. "Sorry," I say again, and he smiles. "How's school?" he asks. "It's going fine, everything is pretty easy," I tell him. "You're smart, like your dad," he says with a smile, and I smile too. He rarely talks about my dad, but once in a while he provides short, heartfelt statements like that, and I love it. I also think one of the reasons I have a closer relationship with him than my grandmother is because Geneviève Sinclair never talks about my father, her son. I guess it's a hurtful reminder for her, losing a son, but I also lost him too, and I didn't know him for long, so sometimes I long for conversations about him.

Cassie stepped between Aser and Kael so fast that even Kael blinked in surprise. "I’ve been bitten, Kael," Cassie said coldly. "By my father, by my wimp of an ex-husband, and by the boy the Syndicate sent to cause me trouble, and I'm still standing. I know you've seen the numbers I make. That’s profit. That man lost money, and I make money. If the Council cares about strength, they should look at the balance sheet. If they care about bloodlines, well, that’s just a nice way of saying you’re afraid of change."