Cassie James Novels & Stories

I rushed into the supposed waiting area, but it's empty, and I'm just seeing a lady sitting in front of a desk. I walked towards her. "Hi." "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" she asked, smiling brightly, but her questioning gaze made me uncomfortable. "My name is Claire... Claire Cassie. I'm here for the audition." She paused a little bit, taken aback. I sighed, trying to stop myself from screaming out of frustration because the whole staring was starting to really get to me. "The audition ended already, Miss Claire," she replied. Her response sent shivers down my spine.

I moved through the noise like a mute swimmer—numb, distant, drowning in silence. I only snapped back when someone said her name. “—Lana. You remember her?” a girl was whispering behind me as I reached my locker. I froze, pretending to scroll through my phone. “Yeah. I heard someone saw her. Like, recently. On West Street. Just standing there, dazed.” “That’s a lie. She’s dead, Cass.” “Maybe. Maybe not.” My stomach turned cold. I opened my locker slowly, but no new notes were waiting. No new photos. Just my books, stacked neatly. But that didn’t calm me. It made me feel watched.

“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.”

A very soft, incredibly hesitant voice suddenly speaks from the shadows behind her. Luna slowly turns around. Standing near the glass doors is the young woman Liam brought as his date tonight. She looks incredibly young, likely no more than twenty years old, dressed in a delicate white knit sweater and a soft apricot-colored skirt. Looking at her, Luna feels a sudden, unsettling sense of familiarity, as if she is looking into a slightly distorted, slightly blurred mirror. "My name is Cassie," the girl whispers. She nervously twists the hem of her knit sweater between her fingers, her pale cheeks burning with an embarrassed, rosy flush. "I...I have seen pictures of you before."

She sniffled, her bottom lip trembling. “If that’s true, why didn’t you just come to me?” I asked, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you reach out to my team or file a private claim? Why did you go straight to social media to attack me? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Cassie let out a small, pathetic whimper, looking up at me through her thick lashes. “I’m a nobody, Jasmine. I have no money, no connections, nothing. I thought the only way I could ever get through to you, the only way you’d actually look at me, was through a livestream. I mean... you had all the power in the world, and it was a livestream you used to ruin your ex-husband, wasn’t it?”

“This is yours, Arya. I should have given you this before now, but it totally slipped my mind.” Nine pairs of eyes zoned in on us, watching our exchange. Cassie Fletcher was a household name. Apart from being the spoiled last child of her wealthy parents, she was also a top model for high end brands. They were probably wondering how Cassie and I knew each other. I took the flowers from her and placed them on my lap, my face blank. I was in no mood to pretend to be happy that she was here when I knew she only wanted to cause trouble.

James roared as he stood tall and imposing. Cassie huffed, “I belong to no one. Now you two, stop it. I’m serious, I’m so over this.” “You heard the woman,” I taunted him. “I’m only stopping because that’s what you want,” James iterated to Cassie. “Good, good,” Cassie bit her thumbnail and looked everywhere but at him, “can you go put some clothes on?” I barked out a laugh. To me, he looked pathetic standing there naked.

chuckled James, “Though not nearly as infamously wild as where I come from, Alpha Brahm isn’t known for his weakness. I hardly believe he’d let someone unworthy take one of his precious daughters.” Cassie raised an eyebrow at this. She was hardly a prize to be won, though some treated her as such. She definitely didn’t appreciate this stranger making such odd and probing comments about her and her sisters. “I don’t plan on being ‘taken’ by anyone” the glare in her eye, and forcefulness of her tone being enough to make the usual sycophants wince. James on the other hand, merely chuckled, as if she was an amusing play thing for him to make a fool of. “No doubts there, princess, but maybe your

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She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.