Cassie Roses Novels & Stories

Cassie probed as I rifled through my wardrobe for whatever remaining clothes had made the trip to London. “I don’t know. He keeps sending me mixed messages. He definitely enjoys the sex, but I’m not sure if he still sees me as just a possession. I don’t know,” I replied honestly. Cassie slipped into a floral skirt and long sleeved top, adding the extra cute factor with a pair of high heels I wouldn’t dream of wearing. In comparison to my go-to jeans and t-shirt, she was Malibu Barbie. A touch of makeup and a flick of her hair, and she looked ready to conquer the world. While I looked like I had spent the day doing housework.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

"Holy shit, my cousin dearest is going on a date with Anthony Morelli! Solid catch, Rose." Rosie pushed Tamara off of her, scrunching her features. "Stop it." Tamara rolled her eyes at Rosie's lack of enthusiasm. "You have my blessing times a million. I'm proud of you, Rosie." Rosie gritted her teeth. She stared at the floor and took a few deep breaths to stay calm. It annoyed Rosie that Tamara was making such a big deal out of this. The way Tamara spoke, it made Rosie feel like she was incapable and this was some astronomical achievement that would never be expected.

His room had already been cleaned, he hadn’t even noticed when, but that was how reliable she was. Mason stood there longer than necessary, half-naked in only his underpants, until Cassie reminded him with a roll of her eyes. “What are you waiting for? You look awfully sad for someone who said she was just a friend. Come on, get a shower and come out. You sleep way too fucking much.” *** Downstairs, Rose dragged her small suitcase toward the main door, waving goodbye to the cluster of other maids gathered in the foyer. They stood in front of the tall living room mirror, some crying openly, others consoling, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders.

He finished his talking looking at her, "And one more thing Rose, if anything happens to Damian because of your irresponsibility or negligence then I will personally kill you, keep this thing in your mind..." His face was deadly serious, his black eyes threatening... "Don't worry I'll protect him with my life, you can trust me..." She replied in monotone voice. ******** Simon was standing in front of Damian after handing him Rose's file, Damian was reading each and every word very carefully, he was impressed.. The skills and talents of this girl was extraordinary.... CLASS A FIGHTER.... Name - Rose, (26 years old.) Blood group- O . DOB- 5 March 1994.

Rose gritted her teeth. "Well Miss Sanders back to work right now or else the old woman will start targeting you after I leave this office." "I will always miss you Casie." Rose hugged Cassandra. "Me too Rose. Come on don't be sad, we still can hang out together on the weekends." Casandra kissed Rose's cheek. *** This week Casandra has been trying to find a job through interviews or applying online. But until now, there is no work call from any of the companies on the list.

Cassie looked at me and clapped her hands. “You both are so funny, aunt Thelma and Rosy.” Aunt Rosy pulled the boy closer and ran a hand over his face. “You aren’t hurt, right? Should we throw her in the dungeons?” My eyes widened in surprise. I had not even seen the boy nor intended to push him. Cassie laughed loudly again. “Aunt Rosy, calm down. She is the event organizer and maid of honor for this wedding. You want her on your side, don’t you?”

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

Veronica leaned closer to Cassie, her fingers brushing Cassie’s arm as she whispered under her breath, careful not to let the cameras lingering at the edges of the hall catch their lips. “Why are they fucking staring at us like that?” she muttered, her eyes darting around dramatically. Cassie couldn’t help herself. She chuckled softly, the sound light but confident, as if she owned the space they stood in. “I think this is just the command of the Rosewoods,” she replied quietly. “They don’t need to speak. Their name alone can silence a room.”

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”