Cassie James Novels & Stories

She practically ran through TSA, cursing a few agents on the way to Jim. Cassie was in a tiny pink bikini top and a pink thong that was covered by her tiny batty rider shorts, as Jamaicans call it. But to the rest of the world, it’s known as booty shorts. All she had on her feet were a pair of pink, rubber flip-flops. "OK, here — take my coat,” Jim gave her his coat, laughing at the scenario. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” Cassie grunted. Jim raised his hands in surrender. “No, no I wasn't—let's just get you to Mitch.”

A year after Cassie and James fled Caines (Caines, Terres Somnia) The call came on a Wednesday from someone who declined to give a name. All he said was that Cassie and James wanted him to know that they were okay. For the first time in a year Aaron didn't feel like he was buried under grief. On Wednesdays she went horse riding. Correction: on Wednesdays, that's now what they did.

“No I wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a girlfriend. You met her.” “Yes, so I did… Isabelle wasn’t it?” Alice nods and kisses him lightly on the lips before running out of the door. “Don’t wait up.” Christopher smiles and lies down in bed. “Isabelle Simons. She was nice. I don’t know what she saw in that prick.” He flicks the side lamp off and falls back to sleep almost right away. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:03 Belinda has not bothered trying to look her best, something that she could be accused of quite often, and, since she actually lives nearest to the Progression Software building, she reaches David relatively quickly after his phone call.

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

“Come on, let’s get ready. I don’t want to be late before I even start.” While Charlotte showered and dressed, Camille found herself playing with her hair or rather, what was left of it. Gone were her mousy brown waves which had fallen down her back like silk. Now she had a short pixie cut that framed her round face and was blonde. Charlotte had suggested she change her appearance as much as possible. After all, Nathan was going to be looking for a brown haired girl not a blonde one. It was only until Nathan gave up looking or Camille made it to Canada then she could grow her hair out or change the colour all she wanted. She would be free to do as she pleased; a concept that was very foreign

that lawyer tried to make it seem like a positive situation for me. I just scoffed at his words and we made our way to Cassie. She seemed tired now and when she saw me coming, her body slowly fell to the ground and she just sat there weeping like she was so miserable. I squatted down in front of her again and tried to touch her shoulder. Again she flinched hard and shook her head. This woman looked extremely terrified of me right now. "Cassie..." "Don't kill me!" She shouted which sounded like a plea.

Elijah's P.O.V "Your coffee" I turn in my chair to look at Camila. Her low voice gets me every time, I don't know he her voice is so calm all the time and barely audible. She stood by my desk, dressed in an oversized grey dress shirt, with only a few buttons open, revealing her cresent moon necklace, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and by the height she's standing, I'm guessing ankle boots. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in amazing curls as she displayed her beautiful taunting smile.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

“Wait here.” Tom leaves and goes to his live-in partner, Heidi. Then he takes a little kid’s hand and walks towards me again. “Who is she, dad?” the little girl asks curiously as she peers at me. She has long, wavy hair that’s pulled back into messy pigtails. Her dress is of bright colors with laces around the edges. “This is Cassie, Sandy. She is my very special friend.” Sandy looks up at me. “Hello, are you also mom’s very special friend?” she asks.

I understood their apprehension, despite my disappointment. Though my physical scars had healed, the emotional wounds remained. I struggled with nightmares and insomnia whenever my sister was not nearby. Everything changed when I met Cassie. She is an extraordinary woman—a stranger, a single mother, and a friend of my sister’s. Yet, I felt an immediate and profound connection with her, as though we had known each other forever. Cassie became my anchor, offering safety, peace of mind, and perhaps even happiness. She was the one who finally helped me find the peace I had been desperately seeking.