Cassie Kelley Novels & Stories

CASSIE THREE MONTHS LATER "Cas, your mum's calling again," Jeanne called out to me. "Damn it," I hurried into our shared office and grabbed my phone, "Hey mum." "I've been calling you all day," my mother grumbled, "The reason you have a phone is for communication darling. If you aren't going to pick your calls, we may as well start sending you post letters." "Did you need something or is dad not around for you to nag?" I teased.

One of the senior staffs spoke, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Here is Miss. Cassie, the company's new assistant director." Everyone immediately clapped and cheered for her. Her cloth looked very expensive and her light make up was excellent. She looked so glorified that her beauty radiates the eyes of the male staffs. But unlike other staffs, Brigitta was extremely shocked to see the new assistant director. Cassie? Cassie was her ex bestfriend. The one who alongside her stepsister had threesome with her ex-husband.

“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!!!!”

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."

He was doing a fine job of it, too, and every day, he regaled Leo and me with stories of his day, his training, and his progress. “Looking for these?” Cassie appeared, with Julia and Johnny tucked under each arm like footballs. She was wearing her warrior uniform—fresh from the training field, I imagined. She had passed her warrior tests with flying colors, and over the last five years, she’d excelled as a warrior—so much so that she was now training personally with the Gamma.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

“Please don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure Cassie’s feelings are mutual. I felt a special kind of joy in her when we spoke earlier today.” “That’s the point. Even if she’s mad at me for allegedly messing up, shouldn’t she come to you?” I directed at Kay, and she scoffed. “You said that Cassie is a private person. Yes, I may be your sister, but it’s cool if she doesn’t involve me in you all’s fight. That doesn’t make me love her any less.” “Cassie’s pregnant.” I found myself whispering. Kelvin smiled. “Someone is excited to be a dad.”

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.

Not when her enthusiasm had pulled me back from the brink more than once. We flew privately that evening, courtesy of Andrew's final gesture of respect for a man whom he claimed was not his ex but rather his "aesthetically gifted asset handler." Cassie sat across from me, peering at her laptop as she scrolled through satellite images of the metro vault. She was intently focused. Her fingers rushed across the keyboard. Her face was illuminated only by the faint light, revealing the shape of her jawline, the lines of her cheeks, and the thin scar below her lip, which she claimed to have gotten in a fencing match, although she had actually fallen during seventh grade.

“I’m not going funeral, yes but I’m not going to birthday party either.” “Common Luna, this party is all about you, you can’t imagine how people are going crazy seeing you on the TV. Don’t kill the vibe.” As I listen to her, I can't help but wonder how she does it. How does Cassie manage to balance everything so effortlessly? Her social life is always buzzing with parties and events, she's actively involved in sports, and yet she maintains the highest grades in our class. She's genuinely one of the smartest people I know, and somehow she can party until midnight and still ace an exam the next morning. It's like she has some secret formula for managing it all that the rest of us aren't privy