Cassie X Gregory Novels & Stories

Cal wouldn’t have told her. How could she know he’d had a vasectomy if…. Jacob fell onto her sofa and let himself laugh. Truly laugh, for the first time in a long time. His head fell back and his smile grew so wide it had cracked across his face. What Marlow had said last night was true. Cassie was too smart to fall for Coral’s stories without investigating. Cassie was too passive letting him sleep with her the night before. And she’d been way too good in bed. She’d taken over with too much confidence to not remember how. Cassie wasn’t asking him questions she would have been if she’d really lost all her memory. Cassie didn’t even have the same drive for the same interests she had when she w

I understood their apprehension, despite my disappointment. Though my physical scars had healed, the emotional wounds remained. I struggled with nightmares and insomnia whenever my sister was not nearby. Everything changed when I met Cassie. She is an extraordinary woman—a stranger, a single mother, and a friend of my sister’s. Yet, I felt an immediate and profound connection with her, as though we had known each other forever. Cassie became my anchor, offering safety, peace of mind, and perhaps even happiness. She was the one who finally helped me find the peace I had been desperately seeking.

Without hesitation, she ended it and texted her mother. Cassie: [Mom, don’t stop by the university. I’ll go out with my friend tonight. I’ll get home soon.] Right then, she turned her phone off and found Skye’s only friend. “You know Skye, right?” Cassie asked a man who looked smart. It was Dominic. “Y-yes,” he stuttered while he couldn’t believe that the queen of the campus would look for his nerdy friend. “So, you know where he lives?” she asked again. Dominic only answered her with a nod. "Good. Can you give me his address? There's something we need to talk about," Cassie asked for favor with a tone of a commander.

No, this was a nightmare and any second I'd wake up. "Holy shit," my bestfriend whispered behind me, making it clear that this was reality. "What the hell is going on here!" I barked, causing them to finally pull apart. Mia shot me a smug smirk that I ignored. She had always had a habit of wanting what I had, but never in my life would I have thought she'd manage to wiggle her way into my marriage. Gabriel cleared his throat, and I knew what he was about to say even before he said it, "Cassie, I'm sorry, but I can't marry you."

Had this been a set up from the start? But try as she might to keep her anger at Brian stoked, his mother disarmed her. Maree Greg (oh my God, Nathan's stepmother) was lovely and Cassie could tell that she loved her son dearly. "So, um, this is a bit embarrassing," Cassie said, "but I'm actually an old friend of Nathan's." Brian's eyes narrowed at her and he gritted his teeth, but she ploughed on anyway. "It was actually a funny coincidence that we asked each other to the wedding."

She opens it hers and hugs me thanking me, then whispers “I probably shouldn’t stay long.” Mami invites her to sit and she takes a seat looking uncomfortable, but Holden breaks the ice a bit “So Gina, you are a talented jewelry artist and you are friends with this lot, but why do you seem so on edge?” Cassie glares and Gina looks down at the ornament in her lap. Holden smiles “If it is on account of your relations with my daughter you can relax, I know the girl likes both girls and boys, even if she has never told me herself.” Both Gina and Cassie turn wide eyes and mouths agape on Cassie’s father before Gina recovers. “I don’t know what to say, sir. I was hoping to be more than friends with

Cassie kept herself attentive, not allowing anyone to disturb her as she writes down every story that Alpha Arva told. Soren chuckled; he must’ve learned not to disturb Cassie right now. “Far beyond being lucky. I am blessed. Cassie never fails to tickle my heart with her poetic words. Her beatific soul is truly contagious; like a good illness, hoping that I could have it forever and never to cure.” Greg snickered. “You sounded like Cassie already.” Everyone who heard Greg laughed while Chloe pinched Greg’s ear to shush him. “But, dear, there is no such thing as ‘good illness.’”

Tristan said, voice brimming with excitement. Genevieve frowned slightly. “Your mother? Who are you talking about?” The young woman beside her mirrored the confusion, but Cassie rose, walking toward them with effortless composure. “Hi, I’m Cassie,” she said smoothly, the words rolling off her tongue as if rehearsed countless times. “Frank’s girlfriend, and Tristan’s legal mother.” The introduction hung in the air, precise and deliberate. Tristan’s face lit up with approval. “Grandma, you should know her. She’s amazing.”

In fact, college was the first time she was ever asked if she'd trade sex for money. His name was Greg. He was an ex-boyfriend but not someone you'd ever take seriously. Months after they broke up, Cassie ran into him on a night out at the local Irish dive bar. It's a night she won't forget and she still occasionally laughed about it when it popped in her mind. "Hey Cass, I miss you," Greg slurred. "Let's hook up tonight. Come on. I just wanna have fun." "You're drunk," she replied, waiving him away. "Go home."

Cassie’s voice filled the air and when i looked, I realized that she was being fucked my Gregg. “Fuck me like that…” she cried out, gripping his shoulders tightly while he kept slamming her up and down his cock. He was lifting her high and dropping her over his cock like she was weightless, plunging his cock deep into her pussy until she was a complete mess, making her come apart from pleasure while moaning and groaning. The sight made my eyes roll into the back of my head while my pussy grew even wetter, which made Fred groan deeply, his hold on my hips tightening even more.