Cassius Warrington Novels & Stories

His arms holding Sloane went completely stiff. But he refused to admit he was wrong. Utterly humiliated, he snapped his head up, glaring at Cassius with pure hostility. "Who the hell are you?" Julian gritted his teeth. "This is Valerius family business! Outsiders don't get to interfere!" Faced with his roaring, Cassius just gave a slight nod. He looked down at Julian. A dangerously cold smirk flashed in his dark eyes. "I am Cassius. Cassius Castellano."

Send me. He was right. She sent him. He came back with seven pages of notes and the specific expression he wore when information had surprised him. Cass had been a senior warrior in Ashfield under Alpha Doyle for six years before leaving under what Jetstar described as *disputed circumstances that appear to involve a grievance about payment and a physical altercation with Doyle's second.* She'd been working independent contracts since—security, escort, short-term pack work. She had no allegiance and described herself as having no interest in acquiring one.

Yesterday and today I was so consumed and convinced that I will meet my end again tonight that I became paralysed. “You’re safe here. You won’t be killed when you step outside. That would be the end of the Silent Night Hawk,” Morgan says in a whisper from behind the bar, “Now don’t let him wait any longer.” As if commanded, my feet start moving towards the table. The large bulking figure gets up to greet me. It is indeed Cassius. Just as before his left eye and ear are missing and his left ear is severely damaged. I can not see his scarring through his loose fitting shirt. He thrusts out his hand for me to shake. When I hold it feels strange, as if something round is jabbing in my hand. Afte

I hope he didn’t get shot or something. “Yes and he is watching you through the mirror.” He says, making me look at the mirror on the wall in front of me. “Well, I don’t care about Lucas. I just asked because I am a polite person.” I say, making him chuckle. “Miss Warner, you’ve been subjected to a very confidential part of the CIA’s mission to take down drug rings around the country. You have to sign a number of documents, promising complete silence on this matter.” he says as he keeps a few documents in front of me.

“And when the Supernatural-king-slash-supernatural-CEO says no, apparently we say ‘yes sir.’” I groan. “I hate him.” Richard gives me a look that says liar. Emmanuel tosses me a granola bar. “Eat. You’ll need strength to fight off all the crazy today.” I open it, chewing angrily. “What crazy?” Richard gestures at the door. Cassain is standing outside. Leaning against his car like a sin with a pulse. Black shirt stretched over muscles. Tattoo glinting on his forearm. Hair is still wet from a shower. Eyes glowing faint gold like he barely slept.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

He asked to the Secretary The Secretary drooled at his handsomeness before answering… “He’s in sir, I’ll just inform him about your arrival” The Secretary said still stealing glances at him… “Thanks” He replied and winked at her before walking in… He walked into the office and mr Alberto Mackenzie was sitting on his chair. He offered a handshake and with a smile he said… “Good morning senator Alberto Mackenzie. My name is Cassius Watkins” ____________

Husband, it sounds weird. "You haven't introduced yourself yet." She diverted the topic. "Oh yes." He straightened his back, "I am Lucas Wills, from the chemical engineering department. Also a captain on the football team." He told her. "Wow. You are great." She gave him a thumbs up. "I am Hannah Park from IT." "I know already." He looked away. "What? How do you know me? As far as I remember today's the first time we are seeing each other." Hannah was curious.

Nixon- ~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~ “When your opponent comes at you low, it leaves them open for your wolf to attack them from high” Luca calls over the grunts of the sparing teams “When your opponent comes in low it leaves their neck and spine exposed” I stand by as he moves around the mats correcting stances. “What do you think” he asks me as he approaches. “Justine Wilkins is favoring her left knee more then she was yesterday, send her to the doc and get her checked out.”