Cassie Kelley Novels & Stories

“Grandma, it’s not like that! If this fridge really only has food for Tristan and my husband-to-be, then they should let us see it, right?” Cassie calmly walked over and entered the code. The fridge door slid open, revealing an orderly array of labeled containers. Even Genevieve was momentarily mesmerized by the way everything was neatly arranged, each portion clearly designated, even some for the maids. “You did all this?” she asked, astonishment coloring her tone. Cassie nodded, self-assured. “I’m a chef by profession, a fitness coach, an entrepreneur, and, in case you don’t know, the CEO of CasRoe Wellness Center.”

Cassie went on quietly, “Someone who would explain why it was understandable. Necessary. Someone who would make the pain smaller so she could live with it.” Her eyes sharpened. “You’re not doing that.” Haley’s throat burned. “I can’t. Not anymore.” Cassie studied her in silence for several seconds. Then she uncrossed her arms. “When you left,” she said quietly, “I didn’t know you well yet.” Haley’s fingers curled into the sheet. “I knew of you,” Cassie continued. “Everyone did. The former beta’s daughter. The current beta’s sister. Adam’s mate. The Princess, The girl who grew up surrounded by protection so thick she never had to learn how to bleed in public.”

Luka asked me, cutting Katie's sentence, and I nodded unsure if my voice was clear or would sound like a croaking frog. Mr Daven hadn’t sat back down, he was standing by the desk with his jaw slightly gaped open. Katie slowly turned to me, her face had gone pale with so many expressions that I almost felt sorry for her… almost. “You.” She spoke quietly. “Cassie Hale, a wolfless omega… all three of them chose you?” “Katie.” Caspian’s voice was low with a warning tone. Biting her lip, she grabbed her bag from the floor beside the chair, tucked it over her shoulder, and walked out the door quietly.

With questionable eyes ”What nonsense are you spouting Cassie“ I am your best friend Kelly cried yes she used to be but not anymore. Everything was on live TV, thanks to stepmother Laura Williams now the world was seeing who the two backstabbers were for real. Frank tries grabbing Cassandra but she pulls away from his reach.

It was a subtle jab at him. Five years ago, in Cassie’s memories, she had been nothing but an unnamed extra. Her hair tied simply, her face innocent, and her dream grand—to become a star through her own hard work. But everything changed when her mother was diagnosed with a malignant tumour, and the cost of surgery left Cassie in despair. That night, at a small production house party, Julian Sterling approached her. “Cassandra Vance, isn’t it?” His voice was low and charismatic. “Yes, Mr Sterling. Sorry, I’m a fan of yours,” Cassie replied, glancing shyly, her voice slightly stammering.

" Jackie said in a hurry, changing the whole topic. "Should I wait back for you? " "No, we'll meet back at home. I have a lot of things to do back here with Madam Maggie! " Cassie yelled back as she ran through the silent corridor. "Just a little more time Cassie and you''ll have everything you deserve and have ever wished for in this world of course, everything. " Jackie muttered under her breath as her lips curled up into a smile. She continued with her chores. Singing one of Taylor songs. Taylor really loves singing break ups and love songs but most importantly she knows how to reach people's heart with her songs.

We’re just fuck buddies. Cassie is one of our cheerleading girls so to speak. There are five of them who are always at the rink when we play and when they know there is a practice session going. She’s tall with colt like legs, long chocolate colored hair and deep brown eyes. She’s also a politics major and has some serious brain power on her. But she isn’t looking for a guy to date, or marry. As far as Cassie is concerned she wants her qualification and then go to New York and work for one of the big 5 law firms. Fair play to her. “What took you guys so long?” Calli asks as we enter the house.

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.

Cassie had never felt more underdressed in her entire life. “Good afternoon. I’m Cassie Peters. I work as Mr. Callahan’s personal assistant. I just came by to pick up my laptop.” She explained as she slipped said laptop into her satchel. “And you are?” The woman tried to scowl at Cassie like the very idea of someone not knowing who she was personally offended her but as her face was still moderately stiff, she settled for a glare. “I’m Bethany.” “Nice to meet you, Bethany.” Cassie greeted and extended her hand for a quick handshake. Bethany eyed her hand like it was a piece of mold growing in a clutter of unwashed dishes for so long that she slowly put it away.

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.