Cassie Ventura Wiki Novels & Stories

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?”

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

Cassia woke up the next morning with her panties extremely wet. Cheating because of a game was not the same thing right? She pressed her legs together, now wishing that she'd brought a vibrator along. She desperately needed to have an orgasm. She rolled out of bed. “Morning, sinner.” Cassia groaned, snapping out of her lewd thoughts. Ava was propped against the balcony door, her robe slipping off one shoulder, and eating pineapple straight from the platter.

Her voice dipped, softening as she added, “She might even sleep over.” That last part made me snap to attention. I rose, following her with a glare. “You know Talia is off-limits in whatever you do, right?” I warned, stepping closer. Cassie shrugged casually, unbothered by the fire in my eyes. “I’m only giving her the opportunity to explore Vermont. If she takes it, you can’t stand in the way of a woman and her sexuality,” she said with a sly grin, moving as if to leave.

Were these people planning a cookout on my body or what? This was what Cassie wanted. She had used this tactic to teach a few actor enemies of hers a lesson in the past. All she had to do was make a live video acting all clueless like she did this morning, and her crazy fans would step in to defend her at the expense of her victims. It had happened quite a lot of times for her to not know how bad things could get. “What does he even see in you?” another person shouted out. “Cassie is better in every way. She has never been married. She’s perfect. Meanwhile you’re nothing but a sick woman who has no problem sleeping around for fun.”

Oliver looked a lot like our mom too but I take after my dad. I let the tears fall off my face and I wanted to reach out to her but I couldn't I couldn't touch her I couldn't let her touch me so I reverted back to the window. "I know you're in there. I know you are there; you have to fight for me, Cassi. Please fight for me and come back; I need you. We need you" Her words hurt. I'm not in here anymore I don't know where the Casey they knew is anymore. Probably still in Africa. Maybe she died when her brother and bestfriend did.

“She said she will assign us on the cleaning department.” “What department are you, Cassie?” Bailey asked out of the blue. Serene and Linette turned to her with a surprise look. Bailey doesn't like subtext. She needs answer right away. That's how she handle things. Cassie glanced at her, tapping the beauty mask on her face. “It's not like a secret though. I'm a private attendant.” Serene gave Cassie a second look. Bailey got all excited when she heard it. “You are? How was it? How much money you make?” Cassie smirked at Bailey's reaction. She make tons of money by all the tips of her customer, but she wants Bailey to get all curious.

She took a seat while Anderson busied himself with serving her. As they settled in, Anderson asked casually, "So, you didn't tell me about your new driver who dropped you home last night…” Cassie's expression shifted slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she thought about Kyle. "Oh, Kyle," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of fondness and exasperation. "He's just a guy from high school who's always had a crush on me. Nothing more," she explained, her tone light yet matter-of-fact. "Besides, he's getting married soon to Serena, so there's nothing to worry about. He offered me a ride because it was late, and my phone happened to die, so I couldn't call for a cab," she concl

She sniffled, her bottom lip trembling. “If that’s true, why didn’t you just come to me?” I asked, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you reach out to my team or file a private claim? Why did you go straight to social media to attack me? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Cassie let out a small, pathetic whimper, looking up at me through her thick lashes. “I’m a nobody, Jasmine. I have no money, no connections, nothing. I thought the only way I could ever get through to you, the only way you’d actually look at me, was through a livestream. I mean... you had all the power in the world, and it was a livestream you used to ruin your ex-husband, wasn’t it?”

"This is my property. Victoria Giupere and her gang trespassed and attacked us. We defended ourselves. Morgan raised a skeptical brow, his pen hovering over the notepad. "Victoria Giupere? As in the infamous gang leader?" He let out a low whistle. "And you think she'll just let this go?" "She won't," Valentine interjected, her voice firmer than before. "That's why we need your help.