Cassies Booktok Novels & Stories

--- Cassie’s Coffee & Ink was nestled between a pawn shop and a laundromat, the door jingling with a soft chime as Sarah stepped inside. She wore jeans and a loose flannel Jax had left at the cabin — the sleeves rolled up, her hair in a messy ponytail. She hadn’t worn makeup in weeks. And yet, for the first time, she didn’t feel like she was hiding. Cassie was tall, covered in tattoos, with a sharp jaw and sharper eyeliner. “You’re early,” she said, offering a crooked smile. “I’m nervous.” “You’ll do fine. People like broken girls. Makes them feel less alone.”

My day had started off bleak, but walking beside this handsome stranger just makes it all feel worth it…if murder is ever truly worth it. My footsteps slow as we approach the exit. “Are you okay?” Axel slows too. Cassian has killed for me. What's to stop him from doing it again? “I just…this is where we part ways, that's all.” I swallow. “Is it? I could drive you home, if that's okay.” “You're too kind, but I'm not even going home.” His head tilts, blue eyes dimming with concern. “Work?” “No. A bookstore.”

The burden in her heart is too much on her to let her face carry a smile. "Your face is saying otherwise, Cassie. Are you sure you're fine?" Zoey questions further, staring at her keenly as if the answer is written on her body. "I'm fine, but..." She stops abruptly and bites her bottom lip. She needs someone to talk to, maybe she'll find the solution if she lets this out, but will it be a good idea? "But what?" Zoey questions with curiosity written all over her. "Uhm... The thing is, I read a book lately. I saw the book on alpha's shelf while I was cleaning his room, and it looked so beautiful. I couldn't stop myself from checking it out, and it turned out to be an interesting novel..."

"Because I'd much rather stay here and strip you out of that gorgeous dress. It would look perfect draped over the chair in the corner of our room." Color stains her cheeks as she does a little twirl. "You like?" My gaze falls to her backside. "Umm, I don't just like it. I love it." Cassidy has never been one for slinky outfits or overly girlie things. So, this is a total surprise. One I'm absolutely loving. "You know we can't cancel," she says. "We haven't seen Brooklyn and Austin, or Luke, in months. I've missed them. We have a lot of catching up to do."

“I wouldn't have asked for lunch if it wasn't.” Warmth filled her chest, and Cassie smiled. “So, what would happen if I gave you my hotel number now?” The corners of Wyatt's mouth turned into a confident smile. “I'd teach you how to make a screaming orgasm.” Cassie's heart pitter-pattered out of control. Her girl parts reacted in ways she wasn't used to. Her nipples went hard. “Wow. Okay.” Wyatt chuckled. “I don't think you're ready.” “I'm very ready,” Cassie protested. “I'm beyond ready.”

"One picture each. Form a line." Cassie covered her face. "I swear, I'm living in a comedy show." ****** Later, when she finally escaped to the quiet of the cafeteria, Cassie scrolled back through the flood of posts. Her chest warmed at the stories people had shared-every quiet act of kindness she had long forgotten was resurfacing like golden threads weaving her life into something brighter. But her eyes kept returning to one short post. * "Protect what is mine. No noise. No filth. She is untouchable." *

“Why would you need to be concerned?” “You seem a little too…” I pause while trying to think of the words. “Is it…protective?” “Cassie! I bought a house in The Cayman Islands for you. I will literally bury someone for you. Protective is an understatement. But you need to understand one simple rule I have. I am a very jealous and addictive person. And when I kiss you! It feels like a million dollars. Don’t ever fuck me over.”

Book two for Theirs is now published on this site under the named US, soon the books will be joined and made into one novel but for now, they are separate books. I just want to thank you guys for the continuous support and I hope you enjoy the book. . . SNEAK PEAK Cassidy's POV "Starr," I called out softly, my body pressed against her office wall as she continued to leave wet kisses along my neck. "Sshh," she silenced as she began undoing my jeans.

“That’s all I want.” The next morning, Grace presented Cassie with a bound book, handmade, messy, magical. Inside were ten beginnings. Each story ended with the same phrase: “And she didn’t know how the story would end, but she wasn’t afraid anymore.” Cassie held the book to her chest. “You’ve written the truest thing I’ve ever read,” she said. Grace beamed. Later, while Damon was watering the garden and Cassie watched the girls chase the breeze, she whispered a simple prayer into the wind:

But that isn't as important a question as where she's going, which I think I can answer with some confidence: Up, and up, and up. I blinked, dazed. "Am I hallucinating?" "Unless it's a mass hallucination, I don't think so. Toby read the same review." Cass's smile finally stiffened, just a degree. But it wasn't lost on me. "What is it?" I asked. "Well, I mean…This is it." Cassie hugged the laptop against her chest like a shield against what might come next. "The big time. Don't you want…a real manager? A real team?"