Cassie James Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

” Did you miss your way “ “No am actually outside your apartment “ “Oh I will be out in a minute” Grabbing her purse , Cassy ran to the mirror to take a look at her appearance .she was putting on a blue jumpsuit and a silver heels .she left her hair falling to her back .her neck ,ear and wrist wasn’t left out there was a pair of silver earrings,necklace and bracelet all where they belong matching it up with a blue purse . Satisfied with her appearance she ran downstairs. Cassy might be ugly but she possess an aura of beauty . She got to the sitting room but met her mother’s absence .walking to her mum’s room she overheard whisper but brushed the feeling to know what the whisper is all about

I can't believe my baby mama is the one standing before me, I am expecting to see an unkempt lady, drunk just like the other day and looking miserable. But here before me is a beauty and a neat lady in a white crop sweater, gray and white plaid pants with converse sneakers. Her hair is packed into a ponytail showing the outline of her face and how smooth her skin color looks. I stand staring at her till she opens her mouth and asks me. "Are you Jordan Alvarez?" **** ( Cassie's POV ) A new page has begin already. Never in my wildest dream have I imagined Jordan will come looking for me and on a day like this that I have decided to let go of everything and start a new life.

"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.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

Sarah and I both laugh, then she gives me a knowing look before entering what I assume to be Rita’s room with my peace offering coffee. “A black and white mocha for the lady.” I said, offering the warm drink to my Cassie. She smiles and her voice gets little breaks in it as she sips and hums. I think every single one of her hairs is pointing in a different direction. She has never looked more beautiful.

James pleads, and she grows incredulous, lips parting as she fights to retort. “You’re the only one doing that!” She quips, and he rolls his eyes with a burdensome sigh. “You know.” Cassie begins. “You seem to have this running theme, pun intended.” She shakes her head in contempt. “You can’t just keep walking around, hurting people.” Cassie accuses, clutching her now aching chest. “I know how it feels, and River doesn’t deserve what you’ve given him. None of us do.” “Cassie,” James attempts to grab ahold of her left arm, but she recoils in repugnance.

Cassie froze for a moment, then set the towel aside and turned to face him. Her back leaned against the kitchen island, mirroring his casual stance, though her eyes betrayed the fire within. “I want to enter the entertainment industry,” she said, her tone unwavering. Nikolai’s brows rose, just slightly. “The entertainment industry?” Cassie nodded firmly. “Yes. I want to become an actress. And I want to continue screenwriting. I don’t want to be the forgotten princess anymore. And I don’t want to be the country princess I used to be either. I just want to do something I love—writing. As for acting…” She inhaled deeply, anger flashing in her eyes. “…acting is how I’ll start my vengeance on Ray

They sort of laughed sheepishly the way people do when technology outsmarts them. "Thank you so much," the mother said, throwing her bags into the room. She extended her hand and I shook it, "My name is Cassie and this is my daughter, Brittany." I reached over and shook Brittany's hand as well. Cassie was around 5'6 and around 120lbs, very slim for an older woman. Her hair was short and sort of chestnut colored and she had pretty brown eyes behind thick glasses. Her face was warm, her smile bright, and her skin relatively smooth and clear. Her body was very thin, with small, but perky breasts, and somewhat pointy joints. But she still had a feminine flair to her hips and a surprisingly big (

"Thanks, but no." I saw her shoulders drop in disappointment "By the way, I'm James." I only introduced myself to for lack of better ways to ease my rejection. "James," she said like she was testing how my name would sound and I nodded. "I'm Cassandra, you can call me Cassie." She extended her hand for a shake and I took it. She started caressing the back of my hand with her thumb. "Well Cassie," I said in a grunt, attempting to free my hand from her grasp. "You should let go of my hands." I forced a smile.