Romans & histoires Cassies Booktok

“You’ll have full function back by the next moon. Just don’t pick any more fights with alphas twice your weight.” “Noted,” Lyla says. She flexes her fingers, testing the new bandage. “Thank you.” Cassie packs up, stands, and leans against the table. “You want to know why I came?” “I assume it wasn’t for my sparkling personality,” Lyla says. Cassie gives her a look. “You’re the one they’re after, aren’t you?” Silence falls so fast it rings in my ears. Cassie’s eyes narrow. “The one fighting for the Slaver tributes.”

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

But put me in a cafeteria full of chatting employees, and suddenly I forgot how chairs worked. I grabbed a tray, chose food I barely looked at, and carried it to an empty corner table. Fine, I told myself. Observe first. Socialize later. Maybe tomorrow. I had barely taken two bites when a cheerful voice appeared beside me. “Is this seat taken?” I looked up. Cassie stood there, holding a tray overloaded with fries and juice. Today she wore a bright yellow cardigan over a white top, the colour making her copper-red hair glow. Freckles dusted across her shoulders and collarbone like scattered paint. She looked like sunshine made human.

“No…I don’t want to talk about it.” “What did he do? Just give me his name, what he looks like so I could deliver some good beating.” Cassie knows how to cheer me up even when I don’t want to be cheered. I laughed hard at her expression and words. “Thank you, Cassie. When I’m ready to talk about it, I’ll let you know.” “Alright, whenever you’re ready. Why are you thanking me?” “For cheering me up.” I replied with a smile. “Does this mean you can now pick a dress yourself?” She asked, pouting her lips dramatically.

Croix. “We’re just in time.” Adam whispered. He squeezed my arm while Norma took to the center stage for the introduction. “It is with great pride and honor that C. B. Publishing announces the release of the fourth installment of Cassy, the Good Witch, both in paperback and hardback.” The crowd broke into applause, and I started to sweat. Nervously, I licked my lips while listening to Norma talk about the highlights of my next book. It felt surreal to see how well-received my book was. I looked away and my eyes collided with that of my ex-husband.

Cassie wakes up on Saturday morning too early. She rolls on her bed left and right because of the excitement of her upcoming secret date with Mathias. After a while, she hears the sound of a text message notification on her phone. The name on its screen she sees makes her heart skip a beat. DM: Morning, baby girl. Slept well? Cassie reads the message and her fingers rapidly tap on the screen. Yes, daddy. You?… Before sending it, she changes her mind and deletes the magical word to prevent it losing value.

She asked. "Yeah, he is," I said looking towards the kitchen entrance. Just then, Liam walked in. "Hey, babe," He said softly. I smiled as he kissed my right cheek. "You know what I think, Zori?" Cassy said. "What dear?" "I think you might have to forfeit searching for that book for now. I believe if it's meant for you to find it, you will one day. Or," She paused. "Or?" I urged. "This is just a silly suggestion girl but you can write another if you feel like it." She finally said, her voice lacing her doubts as well.

Tony stuttered, unsure where this was going. Cassie pulled her phone from her pocket, typed in her password and opened up the email that set all of tonight's events in motion. "Hey Alyssa," she read. "I saw your ad online and wanted to reach out to book an appointment with you." Tony didn't need to listen. He knew what the words in that email said before they were spoken. "Stop," he pleaded. "Just listen for a minute," she replied, returning to the email. "I'm looking for someone to fulfill a specific fantasy of mine and I think your the girl-- by the way, you used the wrong form of that word here."

“Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.” I offer a smirk of my own. “Right. And James Patterson actually still writes all his own novels.” Cassie grins. “You’re a literary snob. Aren’t you?” I wave her off, playing the game. “And you my dear are like the rest of your poor, deprived generation: You lack taste, Cassie. Taste.” “Oh.” She tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow. “Taste. That explains all those trashy Mills & Boon books you have in the Romance section.”

The conversation slowly rebuilds fragile bridges. **Chapter 144: A Proper Date** Cassie agrees to one date as a test, with no pressure. Reggie accepts gratefully and leaves for his hotel, promising restraint and respect. Excitement mixes with caution as she processes the whirlwind. The agreement feels like the first real step toward healing. **Chapter 145: Preparation** Cassie calls Emily, who squeals with excitement and rallies Sarah to fly in for support and outfit advice. The friends turn her apartment into a glam station, helping her choose the perfect dress and offering pep talks. Their love and laughter ease her nerves.