Cassie X Gregory Novels & Stories

And family, in their world, was often the most dangerous kind of enemy. The door opened, and Gregory walked in with a woman. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face. He was a devil in a tailored suit, his charm barely concealing the cold cunning in his eyes. The woman was stunning, with sharp features and an unnerving calm. From the very brief introduction, Her name was Cassie. She was Russian, and though she looked incredibly young, almost like a girl, Cassie was actually over ten years older than Gregory. She moved with a slithering grace, like a snake in a silk dress. She gave off a definite slimy bitch vibe, her smile too wide, her eyes too knowing.

For us, to hopefully let things calm down a little. What was he asking again? Cas spoke, “we met at work.” Thank God he had media training—not that it made him really talkative, but he’s only talkative around me, I guess. But it did make him more discreet in his answers. “What was your first impression of Cassius?” The woman across from me asked. What was her name again? Juliette. Or Julie? I took a deep breath, and before I could answer, Cas did. “She hated me.”

"I can't believe I am doing this!" I, Cassidy Black, ran my fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair. I was on speakerphone with my friend, Becky. “Don’t overthink it, Cass. It’s not as bad as you think, given your circumstances,” said my friend.

Payne used his free hand to nudge his wife in her side. "I'm glad to see you too mother, I know you've missed me!" she smiled from ear to ear, "I'm so happy being here. I'm so glad to be competing with my favorite people in the world." Cassie threw her father's hand away and left the hauler, slamming the door behind her. "What was that about?" Taylor asked Harris, her husband. "I don't know, but I don't like it!" Harris responded. He faced Trent, "I thought you said you had it covered?"

I’ve been figured out. I nod “It didn’t seem like the worst way to start though.” She laughs and nods her head in agreement with me. Cassie opens her door, her hair in a haystack, eyes still sleepy. “Did I hear something about coffee?” Sarah and I both laugh, then she gives me a knowing look before entering what I assume to be Rita’s room with my peace offering coffee.

Axel. Cassie stared up at me, the expression in her doe, brown eyes, unreadable, though I could sense the war raging inside her. Her hand hovered over the car door handle, trembling ever so slightly before falling back into her lap, the long extension of her braids moving with her. She parted her lips, ready to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance. “There’s no debate here, Cassie,” I said firmly. “You’re coming with me.”

She waved at them before going out "Baby!" Casey shouted and immediately jumped on him "How was it?" Gregor asked and kissed her hair "It was interesting,see,I got 90% from my maths classwork" She said proudly "You're so amazing baby,tell me anything you want" Gregor said "Let's go out together baby" Casey said amd Gregor nodded "But not tonight coz daddy has a plan,but a promise" he said and they locked their pinky fingers which made Casey laughed "How about you dude" Gregor dropped Casey and pulled Alex closer too

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.

I said, standing up. "Oh, leaving already, why don’t we finish dinner and discuss our engagement parties? It’s going to be a night to remember,” Cassie said to me as I stood up. I looked at her and gave her a stern look. “Why are you looking at me like that, I did you a favour, you should be thanking me instead of giving me that stern look,” she said, and I shook my head. I looked at Damian, who was looking down, just like always, not stopping Cassie. A part of me told me he wanted Cassie to tell Gilbert I was his ex-wife.

Cassie detached her mouth from Britney's swollen pussy. "How about every weekend?"