Cassie James Novels & Stories

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.

The doors opened to reveal huge men in all black rushing to open the car in the middle. Cassie stepped out with expensive Louboutin heels paired with a white power suit that stood out against the gray Brooklyn morning. Her hair was stacked up on her head, revealing the graceful line of her neck. A pair of sunglasses hid her expression, but her lips were set in a straight line, and her neck was straight with determination. Some of the workers squinted as they tried to remember what was so familiar about the woman. Cassie walked through the revolving doors while her guards formed a tight barrier around her.

“I’m not exactly a catch. I’m messy. I curse like a sailor. I don’t give a s—t about designer clothes or makeup. I excelled at science in high school and I just graduated from college with a degree in psychology.” “I’m sorry –which of those things are supposed to make you a bad catch? I suppose not everyone is into girls who curse like a sailor, but everything else you said… You are beautiful, smart, and easy to talk to. I can’t imagine ----” Suddenly, Cassie started screaming in pain. She slid to the floor, holding her heart with tears running down her eyes. “Oh, Goddess! Make it stop! Make it stop!!!!”

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

I take a sip from my cup to calm myself, I slightly lean back as I wait for her to make an appearance. The door opens and a petite body walks in. My eyes meet soft brown infused with honey color eyes, I think it’s hazel. My wolf howls in my head uncontrollably as he sees her, wanting to mark her and go raw with natural instincts. My gaze travels down her body desperately to see what Moon goddess has chosen for me. But confusion engulfs my head as I see her wearing a shirt and suit, further down I see pants. Wait, pants? Why?

Suddenly the music stopped and The guy looked at us David: "Hello Sam. I was wondering you are not attending the lesson. Now I can see the reason. Who is this beautiful young lady?" Sam: "Hey David. She is Casie. I am helping her in settling down.she is a new angel" David: "Welcome Casie. Glad to meet you, dear." Casie: "Same here David." David: "So Casie do you know anything about music?" Casie: "Umm... You mean like hard rock or party crasher one?" David: "No dear. I mean the calm and composed one." Casie: "Not really but I really love the music you were playing. It was so soothing to ears."

Empusa was asked to prepare his meal as for he always enjoyed everything cooked by her hands and Cassandra was left to deal with the rest of the royal issues. Cassandra was a very quiet queen who hardly said a word infront of the king unless he demanded to. He though seemed to not want a word from her lips after he had married himself a new wife. She was a very gorgeous light skinned woman who looked more like her daughters. Back in Talos before she became Azazel's wife, she lived with her family of one son and a husband who Azazel killed with his bare hands and married her the very night with a rampant applaud from his bewildered men. He had been attracted to her beauty and one night, he go

Catherine thought that it was kind of absurd that Tacky had thought of such thing. She thought this is no movie for such thing to happen and after all her parents’ life is peaceful. She doesn’t know anyone who could have a grudge on her parents or to her. It would also be impossible that it would be her father’s student that would do it since he is not the kind of professor who would fail a student, harshly. “This is going to take days since we’re going to hack these people’s accounts. Even their company to view their profile. If you want to stay for help then I’ll send you the profiles and check them.” Catherine nodded and so the battle began.

“She said she will assign us on the cleaning department.” “What department are you, Cassie?” Bailey asked out of the blue. Serene and Linette turned to her with a surprise look. Bailey doesn't like subtext. She needs answer right away. That's how she handle things. Cassie glanced at her, tapping the beauty mask on her face. “It's not like a secret though. I'm a private attendant.” Serene gave Cassie a second look. Bailey got all excited when she heard it. “You are? How was it? How much money you make?” Cassie smirked at Bailey's reaction. She make tons of money by all the tips of her customer, but she wants Bailey to get all curious.

She raised a hand, shunning him, and turned around, fumbling for the door knob. "Elle wait--" She slammed the door and Damien growled out his frustration. Great. Just great. ******** Jasmine slipped on the cool mask and strolled out, adjusting the hood over her head. It was quite easy to fool them. Fool Alex. With just a few words and sweet innocent smiles, they believed her to be one of them. Loyal to their miserable pack. She slipped her daggers into her belt and pulled the black gloves back to rest around her fingers perfectly. She considered going back to clean the knives but she shrugged. It wasn't as if the dead would mind if she used an unclean blade.