Cassie Greene Novels & Stories

And family, in their world, was often the most dangerous kind of enemy. The door opened, and Gregory walked in with a woman. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face. He was a devil in a tailored suit, his charm barely concealing the cold cunning in his eyes. The woman was stunning, with sharp features and an unnerving calm. From the very brief introduction, Her name was Cassie. She was Russian, and though she looked incredibly young, almost like a girl, Cassie was actually over ten years older than Gregory. She moved with a slithering grace, like a snake in a silk dress. She gave off a definite slimy bitch vibe, her smile too wide, her eyes too knowing.

clock in the afternoon, the TV station sent someone to interview Cassie. The woman was wearing a professional suit, and her figure was curvy, which catch people"s attention. All the male colleagues in the company looked at her and wished they were the ones being interviewed. The woman walked over, which made the men excited. The moment she saw Cassie, the woman felt a strong sense of loss. This woman was so attractive. Her exquisite facial features made her look more elegant. This was her love rival... "Hello, I am the host of the local TV station. My name is Bonnie Green."

Try to calm down dad. -- Are you working at Morgane's wedding? -- Yes mom. I serve food and drink to the guests. -- What? What are you telling me Cassandra? You are not a maid to serve food to people at a wedding ceremony. Besides, you're only 16 years old. Come home right now and that's an order.

With that in mind she got up and decided to shower before she would dress up and go out to sightsee. Cassie decide to wear a sky blue denim like free mini gown and a pair of sneakers. Her hair tied up in a simple messy ponytail. Making her look younger and prettier. She then went downstairs. Cassie preferred the idea of just walking around so she could explore the city more. She had been here many times but most times it was always for business. And she hadn't really explored the city much by herself ever since she and Sarah came. So going to the front desk of the hotel and asking for a map and a tourist guide, she set off. She walked on the street freely because she had put on some large su

He is not a wolf to do anything he doesn’t want to. “She is ours! Our daughter.” I declare to Tabby, making her smile with adoration. “You are wonderful, do you know that?” She asks, a stray tear sliding down her cheek. A few hours later there’s a knock on the door. A nurse sticks her head inside and asks if we have a second? Cassie says she’ll have an ear on the little ones, who are napping in the pram and the girl on the bed. “I’ll fetch you if anything changes. I promise!” She says her quiet and calm presence making us both relax. Cassie is a wonderful Gamma female. She is fierce when she has to be, but otherwise she is the most calm and collected female I have ever met - other than Luna

“I’m not exactly a catch. I’m messy. I curse like a sailor. I don’t give a s—t about designer clothes or makeup. I excelled at science in high school and I just graduated from college with a degree in psychology.” “I’m sorry –which of those things are supposed to make you a bad catch? I suppose not everyone is into girls who curse like a sailor, but everything else you said… You are beautiful, smart, and easy to talk to. I can’t imagine ----” Suddenly, Cassie started screaming in pain. She slid to the floor, holding her heart with tears running down her eyes. “Oh, Goddess! Make it stop! Make it stop!!!!”

Anton’s fingers moved fast, his face stone-cold. Cassie stepped to the center of the room, where the green light blinked on above the camera rig. Her voice was even, direct. “To the people watching from boardrooms and bedrooms… I am not Edward Richards’ heir. I was his distraction, a contingency... a mask.” She paused, then clicked the remote. On the screen behind her, the footage rolled - Edward’s voice, unedited, captured from the vault tapes. “Cassie Jones… she’ll be perfect. Raised outside the game, brought in when the world is ready. They’ll believe her because she’s clean. She has no blood on her hands until I give her the script.”

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

"I can't believe I am doing this!" I, Cassidy Black, ran my fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair. I was on speakerphone with my friend, Becky. “Don’t overthink it, Cass. It’s not as bad as you think, given your circumstances,” said my friend.

Cassandra looking at his reaction not to snap his attention to her. "Let's clean up the table Empusa." Stated Cassandra withdrawing the attention of Azazel to her. "Are you trying to ignore me?" Questions Azazel strawing close to Cassandra who didn't even bother to answer his rudeness. She continued cleaning up the table having Azazel even more furious at her. "Come here cassandra."