Cassie Ventura Wiki Novels & Stories

"Is that so? And where might that be, little puppy?" "Looking for allies," Cassie said, deciding that directness was her best option. "People who understand that some wrongs can't be forgiven or forgotten." The three rogues exchanged glances loaded with meaning. The woman stepped closer, circling Cassie with the predatory grace of a wolf evaluating prey. "My name is Vera," she said finally. "These are my associates, Knox and Slade. We're what you might call... problem solvers. People come to us when they need things handled that can't be accomplished through traditional means."

“That’s reckless.” “Yes,” I said. “And necessary.” Elliot searched my face. “You’re sure?” I was. The feed went live. No script. No filter. No handlers. Just me. “My name is Cassie Vale,” I said, voice steady despite the weight pressing on my lungs. “And I am not asking for your trust.” I paused, letting that land. “I’m asking for your attention.” Data spiked immediately. Comments flooded in faster than the system could sort them. I kept going.

the girl asked her. "Unfortunately, I don't. Just so as I say and come back," the greying woman said. "Now, I'm afraid that you need to leave." Cassie numbly left her tent. "They said that old hag is the best around here," she said to herself on her way of the fair. "I guess I will have to find the name of that bitch's boyfriend one way or the other." ~~~ "Kasa, are you sure that all of this is worth it?" Valentino asked his girlfriend as she laid on his bare chest.

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

Then nothing. Cassie screamed. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Valeria stared at the camera. Her gaze locked on Cassie—as if she could see her through the screen. “Oh, Cassandra. Still clinging to your new family? Still pretending you’re safe?” Cassie stepped closer to the screen, rage boiling in her voice. “You’re a monster. You’re sick. You hurt children. You torture people. What kind of woman does that to her own kind?!”

“I’m a chef by profession, a fitness coach, an entrepreneur, and, in case you don’t know, the CEO of CasRoe Wellness Center.” The words hung in the air, silencing both women. Angel blinked, checking her phone in disbelief. “You? But you look different in your videos. I’m not a fan of CasRoe, but some of my friends are.” Cassie shrugged. Angel looked like one of those people who could eat endlessly and remain impossibly thin. “Well, nature has favored you with a thin figure,” Cassie said lightly. “Now cook for Mom. Can’t you see she’s hungry?”

With the lavish hall bathed in a golden glow from the high lights, Cassie stood on the large platform. She was the center of attention for hundreds of people, and the clapping and whispers of adoration were still audible. Cassie Scott stood at the summit of the world-famous Venice Art and Philanthropy Summit, which had brought together the brightest minds of the time.

I didn't want her to be in danger, or to have to deal with the consequences of our actions. The next day, I brought Cassie breakfast and coffee before her morning class. I knocked on her door to find it opened by the little blonde one, she introduced herself as Sarah again quickly, and I was thankful for her understanding. She apologized for her messy hair, and I apologized for not bringing her a coffee as well. I hand her the almond milk macchiato I had gotten for Rita. “Oh Rita can’t have dairy though.” She pouts, “but I can!” She nabs the drink from my hand and knocks on Cassie’s door for me.

"We're both exhausted from the party and we would love to take our leave now. Goodbye, Mrs. Veronica. Or, are you still holding tightly to the 'miss' title?" Caitlyn chuckled before they turned and walked out of the hall, leaving Veronica burning in pure rage. ▪▪▪ "I wonder how she managed to dress exactly like me," Caitlyn voiced out, breaking the silence in the car. "She must have seen us earlier and quickly ordered everything you had on. She's that kind of person," Martin explained, not taking his eyes off the road. Another silence ensued. "She's one of my exes. The last woman I had a romantic relationship with," He answered the question Caitlyn was dying to ask before she could.

Cassandra Nash sashayed into the office and dropped her bag on the table then crossed her arms. “Took you years to get here.” She grumbled. “I’m here now, aren’t I? What do you want?”. He rumbled. “I want Cesari Sandoval dead. No, make that his entire family." She corrected. “Why?”. He asked. “He broke my niece’s heart and his wife…" She clenched her hands into tight fists. "I want all of them dead.” “It’s gonna cost you.” He drawled. “Name any price and it’s yours." Cassie said.