Cassie Roses Novels & Stories

A very soft, incredibly hesitant voice suddenly speaks from the shadows behind her. Luna slowly turns around. Standing near the glass doors is the young woman Liam brought as his date tonight. She looks incredibly young, likely no more than twenty years old, dressed in a delicate white knit sweater and a soft apricot-colored skirt. Looking at her, Luna feels a sudden, unsettling sense of familiarity, as if she is looking into a slightly distorted, slightly blurred mirror. "My name is Cassie," the girl whispers. She nervously twists the hem of her knit sweater between her fingers, her pale cheeks burning with an embarrassed, rosy flush. "I...I have seen pictures of you before."

Azisha said the last part lowly so Shayari will not hear that "Oh come on Api! I am going on a date with him not on honeymoon that I should wear some hot or sexy outfit" Shayari said looking at her reflection "Hmm! I can sense that you will roam in a bikini or your honeymoon or better stay in your room naked under…….". "Api! Please not a single word." Shayari said cutting Azisha in middle as she laughed out loud "Aww my shy Rose what will happen to you after your marriage." Azisha said and Shayari blushed without her knowledge

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

Cassie still can’t believe this is happening, her body shivers with excitement and she hardly quenches her giggle. See? She wants to ask him. Where is that little princess now, Mathias? Slowly, his eyes drop onto her cleavage. Her breasts are bouncing as she jumps. Cassie likes the way his eyes get darker against the view in front of his face and she wants to tease him. Her hands leave his shoulders and touch her breasts. She squeezes and pushes them together. "Wanna see my boobs?" She shamelessly asks while jumping, spreading her vanilla scent inside his car. Her knees are uncomfortable with the irritating fabric of the backseat, but she doesn't care.

" 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.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

Rose As tears start to fall from my eyes, I remain frozen at my spot; somehow surprised to hear his voice. My eyes wandering around—trying to find if he's actually here, watching me but I see nothing, causing me to cry even more. I want to hear more of him, I want to hear from him, I want him here. ''How's my Rose?''

“I don’t…” “The dare is clear, Rosie,” Cassie said, not unkindly, but with an unyielding finality. She was back on her throne, but the throne was now stained, and her power was absolute. “A name. And a demonstration. You can use a pillow. Or… a volunteer.” Her gaze flicked, for the briefest moment, toward Brody, who was watching Rosie with a new, predatory interest. Rosie’s cheeks burned crimson. She wrung her hands in her lap. The room waited. It was Debby, her friend, who gave her a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of encouragement.

I noticed it had eyes, nose, mouth. Casie: "O my god you have face and you are talking?" Flower: "Of course miss I have a damn beautiful face as you can see and I can see, hear, talk and sense you." Casie; "That's amazing. Umm, what's your name?" Flower: "I am Rosy." Casie: "Glad to meet you Rosy. You are so soft, delicate, and beautiful?" Flower 2: "What about me?"