Cassie X Gregory Novels & Stories

“I’m not exactly a catch. I’m messy. I curse like a sailor. I don’t give a s—t about designer clothes or makeup. I excelled at science in high school and I just graduated from college with a degree in psychology.” “I’m sorry –which of those things are supposed to make you a bad catch? I suppose not everyone is into girls who curse like a sailor, but everything else you said… You are beautiful, smart, and easy to talk to. I can’t imagine ----” Suddenly, Cassie started screaming in pain. She slid to the floor, holding her heart with tears running down her eyes. “Oh, Goddess! Make it stop! Make it stop!!!!”

“Wait here.” Tom leaves and goes to his live-in partner, Heidi. Then he takes a little kid’s hand and walks towards me again. “Who is she, dad?” the little girl asks curiously as she peers at me. She has long, wavy hair that’s pulled back into messy pigtails. Her dress is of bright colors with laces around the edges. “This is Cassie, Sandy. She is my very special friend.” Sandy looks up at me. “Hello, are you also mom’s very special friend?” she asks.

Grandkids mainly but she says it's for me and Casey to. "Casey Kendal" "Yes?" "I love you" "I love you too, Maximus" ♾️

I let out a snicker and nodded earnestly. “Don’t worry. They are all untouched.” … Caught in the temptation of hot hunks and wealth, Cassie pulled together a million bucks in just three days. With the funds hitting my account, I graciously pulled up the social media profiles of the three boyfriends and asked Cassie which one she’d like to begin with. After much consideration, Cassie chose to unlock Camden Forest, a young scientific prodigy. “I’ll go with him. He’s like the boy-next-door type, very approachable. I should get him wrapped around my finger in no time.”

Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake. But now, since Randell had come knocking on the door instead, Mom didn't need to hold back anymore. She stopped him at the door and forbade him from entering the house. "Randell Lautner, Cassie has already transferred to a Merunican college abroad. "Oh, you didn't know that? She never told you after all? "That makes sense. You nearly got her killed in the middle of the night after all. I bet she'd never forgive you for the rest of her life."

She says. “What were you two talking about?” I asked Cassie. This guy better be not hitting on her. I gave him a warning look and he just smiled at me as if he seemed to have understood. Well, I guess I don’t need any words to tell him to back away from my girl. “Oh, by the way. This is Andre.” Cassie says, introducing him to us. “He’s going to be our photographer. Do you guys have any where you wanted to go?”

"Did you do anything to her? You are not Tony." "I know but she is cold towards me." "Yes!" Gregory throws the file at him. "What is this?" Craig asked. "Do something reasonable and stop talking about people's wives." Craig Titter picks the files and starts working on them. ***** The next morning, they were back at the conference, Gregory had his first talk, and it was smooth, Gregory is really intelligent, and the presenter also introduced Casper, his talk was also splendid, Craig was looking at Cathy, and all of a sudden he started writing, Cathy is aware that, Craig is writing for her

“Cassie and I are getting married. Next week.” Collective gasps could be heard. My jaw dropped. Silence...

Her voice was quiet, almost sober. "So you both gossip about me now?" “He's concerned, Jules." She said, “He's the better Fraser." Jules just rolled her eyes and bent over her work. “I'm not in the mood for all that, Cassie." “That's why I'm here to help." She raised her head. “What does that even mean?" Cassie perched on her desk, mischief flashing across her face as she smiled. "Well, you know your anniversary was shit, and you've just found out your husband is a potential serial killer…”

FIFTY-SIX Gregory's eyes found Cassie in under three seconds and the hardness in it made her want to crawl away. She got up on her feet unsure why exactly. Maybe it was the instinct about not being caught sitting down in front of this man or the awareness that whatever was about to happen she needed to be upright for it. The hospital blanket slid from her shoulders and she let it fall on the chair because there wasn't time to think about the blanket. Gregory Hale was crossing the room toward her and whatever was to come was the only thing that mattered.