Cassie Roses Novels & Stories

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

“You can’t talk to her like that.” “What?” Rose yelled, folding her hands in defiance. “Were you blind to see her shaking her ass for a customer?” “Rose!” Cassie snarled, ready to lunge, but I was able to intercept, holding her by the hand before she could pounce on her. Cassie may be short and cute, but there was nothing cute about that temper of hers, and goddess help anyone that was at the receiving end of it. “It is fine. Can I just get sparkling water for him?” It was even embarrassing to think he must be watching us and seeing our poor interactions, but I refused to feel shame when Rose had been the catalyst.

she choked out between tears, “I miss you so much.” “I miss you too, Mommy,” Rose sobbed, clinging to her desperately. They remained wrapped in each other for several long minutes, the room silent except for the sound of their quiet crying, and when Cassie finally pulled back, she cupped Rose’s face gently, brushing away her tears. “You should eat first,” Cassie said softly, trying to steady her voice. “But meet my friends, Scarlet and Debbie.” Then her tone grew serious again. “Rose, you have to keep everything here a secret from your dad and Sienna, okay?”

That afternoon, Cassie baked some pastries and visited the Lewis residence. Rose was delighted to see her, and she could not stop smiling. “Cassie, my dear, you should’ve just come as you are. Why did you go out of your way to bring me a gift?” Cassie chuckled and naturally linked arms with Rose. “Mrs. Lewis, I made these pastries myself. I wanted you to try them.” Surprised, Rose responded, “You made them yourself?” Cassie nodded again. “Yes. Please have a taste.”

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

It made the opulence of the charity ball seem like a child in comparison. The church was heavily sprinkled with white roses, their sweet scent suffocating. She was never a rose girl. She preferred lilies and yellow hibiscus, she could see none here. Not even one petal. An orchestra seemed to mock her misery. A solemn reminder of the world she had been ushered - no, forced- into. Cassie stood at the entrance, her heart pounding. Her father was gone, her mother’s whereabouts unknown, and her brother; well, Elijah had sold her off like she was a piece ofpainting. She was alone.

”I asked this time my voice vibrating with authority. Cassie twirled her hair, which she wore in long, black micro braids. She made my cock so fucking hard with the little devilish smile she wore. It had the innocence of a young girl, but her eyes told me that she wanted me to fuck her until it hurt. She looked up at the ceiling, as if she was in trouble, but was loving every second of it. “Well…” she said, taking a breath and a long pause as she approached me like a cat.

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.