Novelas y relatos de Cassie Hack

Viktor was on it in seconds, dragging the feed up onto the big screen in the living room. A single encrypted site. A video file already queued. They stared in silence as it loaded. Then it began. Cassie. Bound to a heavy metal chair, wrists and ankles tied with coarse rope. She wasn’t bloodied — not yet — but her cheeks were flushed with fear, her eyes wide and wet. Behind her, the background was dark, featureless. A warehouse? A bunker? Then a voice came through. Raspy, deliberate, dripping with menace. The Jackal.

Some of them kicked the wolves out of the pack as they slammed the door shut. "Bitches!" I cussed as I turned to leave. "Go to the questioning room. Inform the person in charge of the affairs of the room to let go of Cassie. Make sure she is brought to the public." I ordered one of the men as he lowered his head and quickly walked away. I couldn't believe my eyes when I found out that Cassie was actually one of the minions working for Maya. She has had a mask on her face since she began to work with Nina as a private assistant. Maya prolly wanted to continue her bullying system through one of her mechanisms.

A younger replica of the woman is standing beside her, sipping from her champagne before throwing a small smile my way. Denjiel slightly loosens his grip on me and steps forwards. "Madre, padre." Denjiel says to the smiling couple standing before us. "This is Kasey, my girlfriend." Denjiel looks at me and I instantly calm down as I see the love shining in his eyes. "Kasey, this is my mother, Fenna Castellano. My father Ricardo Castellano and my sister Carella."

Don Maximo cleared his throat, thickening the air around us. “What more introduction do you need?” Her voice was soft and commanding at the same time and not even a single soul uttered a word as she spoke. I could only tighten my grip around her waist to remind her of the consequences of ruining tonight. “Cassie Valez,” she raised her left finger showing off the ring. Indistinct chatter erupted from the room, and though I liked her confidence and the way it went from high to low unpredictably, I slightly pushed her behind me.

Without hesitation, she ended it and texted her mother. Cassie: [Mom, don’t stop by the university. I’ll go out with my friend tonight. I’ll get home soon.] Right then, she turned her phone off and found Skye’s only friend. “You know Skye, right?” Cassie asked a man who looked smart. It was Dominic. “Y-yes,” he stuttered while he couldn’t believe that the queen of the campus would look for his nerdy friend. “So, you know where he lives?” she asked again. Dominic only answered her with a nod. "Good. Can you give me his address? There's something we need to talk about," Cassie asked for favor with a tone of a commander.

“Okay, CEO. Let’s talk strategy over hot chocolate.” Back in the States, Cassie began packing for her first extended international tour as ambassador. Two months in East and Southern Africa, working with village-based enterprises and mentoring women starting microbusinesses. Damon helped fold clothes into her suitcase while Ethan and Hope argued over which parent would cook better while she was gone. “I vote Dad,” Hope said confidently. “He doesn’t burn pancakes anymore.” “Only because I’ve learned to bribe the toaster,” Damon said. Cassie laughed, closing the lid of her suitcase. “You’ll all survive.”

He finally found a post by Chanel where she was tagged and he clicked on the page. She had chosen ‘Queen B’ as her I*******m handle. His eyes widened as the page loaded and images of Cassie filled his screen. There were pictures of her in all kinds of designer wears, shoes, bags and even collaborative shoots with makeup brands. Her profile simply read; “Cassie B. Fashion and Lifestyle Curator” Then a link to contact her management for any bookings or business discussions was attached. Fifteen million followers. She was an internet sensation. He scrolled through the page, almost afraid to click on a video until he finally clicked on one.

“That’s reckless.” “Yes,” I said. “And necessary.” Elliot searched my face. “You’re sure?” I was. The feed went live. No script. No filter. No handlers. Just me. “My name is Cassie Vale,” I said, voice steady despite the weight pressing on my lungs. “And I am not asking for your trust.” I paused, letting that land. “I’m asking for your attention.” Data spiked immediately. Comments flooded in faster than the system could sort them. I kept going.

One of the senior staffs spoke, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Here is Miss. Cassie, the company's new assistant director." Everyone immediately clapped and cheered for her. Her cloth looked very expensive and her light make up was excellent. She looked so glorified that her beauty radiates the eyes of the male staffs. But unlike other staffs, Brigitta was extremely shocked to see the new assistant director. Cassie? Cassie was her ex bestfriend. The one who alongside her stepsister had threesome with her ex-husband.

(as Cassie dubbed it) brought in was more than enough to pay for her end of things, so I let it slide. Cassie herself delved deeper and deeper into her own site, picking up shifts at Jumping Jack's stripping. She was a natural. Comfortable in her skin, radiant in her sexuality, sweet as cream, and endlessly chatty with the regulars. She kept her tips in an empty cheesy puff jug in her bedroom, and when it filled up, she started on another. Meanwhile she'd done her work on creating a brand for herself. The girl started a "fitness" stream of her exercising or running on the treadmill in skin-baring spandex; a blog about her sex life that her fans devoured as fictional erotica (I even anonymous