Cassie Roses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She replied. “So what did I miss?” I asked. “Nothing much, she is just giving a run down on how the fundraising would work.” She replied nicely. “Oh okay. I am Dr. Roxanne Henson by the way. You can call me Roxy.” I smiled at her. “I am Cassie. Cassandra Nicole Rockwell, I’m an editor of a lifestyle magazine.” “Is this your first time joining this kind of event?” I asked. “Yes. I honestly don’t know what got into me. And you?”

“Because leaving isn’t an option I have anymore.” Cassie’s expression shifted slightly. “Because of Adam?” “No.” Haley’s voice was steady. “Because of the pack.” A long silence followed. Then Cassie did something small but monumental. She stepped aside. Not an embrace. Not warmth. But space. “Help me with the rosemary,” she said. Haley blinked. “…What?” Cassie gestured toward the drying racks. “You’re going to be Luna one day.” Not if. Not maybe.

[Rose] I walk out the back door searching for a uber even though Carried lectured me about denying Kaden and being rude to him. She was right, It was rude of me to deny him. I just didn't see him helping me, and I thought it was a hassle for him. Afterall. All the other girls never get a ride from him or Coby all the time. They go home on their own. I have to learn to do so too. I stood there was a minute before my eyes noticed someone at my preferable vision. He was right there, near his car. About to get and I look at him.

A new oversized oak desk filled the room and on it sat a vase full of several dozen long-stemmed red roses, her favorite. She pulled a rose from the vase and put it to her nose, inhaling the luxuriously delicate scent, while brushing the silken petals across her lips. After placing the rose back in the vase, she nabbed the card. A grin curved her lips as she scanned Randy's writing: To a fresh start and a clean slate, R "Aww," Cassie cooed to herself, knowing that if Randy continued with all this awesomeness, she would give in to her desires. She'd probably cave anyway, just because.

A woman who she figured was his housekeeper, walked in carrying a tray filled up with food and fruits. Her stomach growled in response and she suddenly remembered that she had not eaten anything except for crackers in the last 2 days. “You are welcome ma'am. You can call me Rose. I am here to attend to you if you need anything” Cassie smiled weakly at the woman who appeared old enough to be her mother. As she looked up to say thank you to Cameron, she realized that he had quietly left the room. Rose left soon after and she walked slowly into the bathroom.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m fine, Mom.” I smiled—really smiled this time. Before I could respond, a familiar voice cut in—loud, impossible to ignore. “Why are you two hiding out here instead of dancing?” Cassie. I turned just in time to see her strutting toward us like she owned the place. She was wearing tight short shirt that hugged her perfectly, paired with a crop top that showed just enough skin to turn heads as she walked past. And judging by the way a few guys openly stared, it was working.

she said, sitting up with all smiles as she admired the card. My throat burned with words I was unable to talk about. Fuck my head for thinking every woman was hurt and broken like me. Cassie stared at me, her brows straightened as she waited for me to speak. “That's…that's so amazing Cassie. Y'know, I think the distance made you guys bond grow stronger.” Cassie beamed as she played with the roses from the basket, “You're right. He's always all over me and he makes me so happy. When I'm with him, he makes me feel like a princess in some fairytale movie!”

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

"Katya." I hear a small sob then, but I was too distracted by my own anxiety to look at the source. I know Katya. We weren't exactly friends but I knew her. She might be the youngest that would be picked today, she's just 13. Her long blonde hair is always styled into two ponytails that are tied with black ribbons, she's a Cinco native and they always take pride in the color of their hair. "Suzanne."