Cassie James Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

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.”

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

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."

“They are literally falling into our hands…wait! That means John Myles is headed our way too!” “I know!” I say, already preplanning in my head. “We are going to find a way to get him to stop his car. I want to deal with him before the boys get the option.” She quickly glances over at me sliding my hand into my purse. “What are your plans, Cassie?” “I have a gun,” I say with a wide smile. She quickly takes her foot off the gas, her eyes turning to me as they widen. “You are not about to shoot him! Let Devin do any of that stuff, he’s the billionaire. He has a better chance of getting away with it.”

POV CASSANDRA "I... my name is Cassie, the new maid of the palace. I just wanted to know if you need anything else..."** — My words came out in stutters, laden with nervousness, as my heart raced so loudly that I could almost hear it.

Claw said with a half-smirk painted onto his face. Cassie grinned, looking down at the table as she chomped. “I’m a vice-principal at a adjacent tall school, Candlewood,” she said. “I spend a part of time attempting to re- coordinate kids onto the right path.” “And how is that going?” Claw asked. Cassie flickered. It was something she hadn’t thought approximately. Any life past the modest universe of the office where they had illustriously fucked appeared like a far-off memory.

At first, she strongly objected to this because she wanted me to be one of her honored guest, but I insisted on serving as I wanted to make myself useful. My name is Cassandra and I am French. I come from a modest family, and I am 16 years old. I've been seeing a psychologist for 3 years because my parents think I'm abnormal. It's because I hate what most people like, and I like what other people hate. Most of the time I like to be alone, and it disturbs my family. This is how they entrusted me to the psychologist Morgane since I was 13 years old. Unfortunately, the three years of counseling I did with the psychologist Morgane did not improve anything in me. Despite this, my parents still th

The two women met at welcome day, when they were signing up for classes. Natalie needed a pen to sign up and Cassie loaned her hers and they just sort of became instant friends. Natalie soon learned that Cassie was actually three years older than her. She had gotten married and had a baby right out of school. Her three-year-old son's name was James.