Cassius Warrington Novels & Stories

I left a crow in their residence…shall be take a look at how desperate they are? I connected my sight with the familiar and the scenery changed… ………. On the other side, Cassius in his office, sitting on his chair, his leg in a bucket of holy water…holding onto a letter He grabbed a cup and threw it… As the cup got smashed on the door and the liquid inside spilled all over… the door opened and Vincent came in

Jasper said, his gaze settling on the faces of Lucas and Matteo who understood exactly what his words meant. “Wait! Someone hasn’t voted yet...” They all turned to see Lauratta walk in. “How come, didn’t we see you here moments ago...” Jasper questioned with a frown. Matteo’s face lit up at once. Seeing it was Lauretta that was left to cast her vote assured him victory. She loves him and would never betray him. “Lauretta, you can cast your vote now...Black for Lucas and red for Matteo...” Jasper explained to her.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

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I muttered, looking at the phone that wouldn’t stop vibrating with messages I didn’t have the courage to read. Cassius wasn’t just looking for Tristan. He was hiding something. The press was reporting the magnate’s “sudden illness” as if it were a heart attack. Delyon Armaments shares had fallen but were recovering. No, Cassius wasn’t sick. He was preparing. And then the message arrived.

The bone-altar. ​Cassian is a dead man walking. ​

Cassian’s hand twitched ever so slightly towards his holster as he surveyed the place. Not a second later, a waitress made her way towards us, practiced smile plastered on her face. “Mr. DeLaurentis,” she bowed. “Please come this way.” I sent a nod to Cassian, and he relaxed his hands. We followed her all the way to a secluded booth at the far end of the restaurant. Sure enough, Marcel Varco was already seated. Middle-aged, short and with stroud eyes that concealed nearly everything. “DeLaurentis.” He smiled.

Twat bag two says. "If the boss doesn't get his hands on her before that pup is born then he is going to end us!" Twat bag one growls "What are you ladies gossiping about in here?" Warrior Johnathan walks into the room and I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine. Something feels off. "We were just talking about how we're going to get this bitch out of here without those pricks realizing." Twat bag one says causing my whole body to run cold. Warrior Jonathan is in on whatever it is that their up to, But why? He came across as a good guy and incredibly loyal to this pack but this... what he's doing now... it just doesn't make sense.

Rocky informed, and Darius who was now curious, started to open the files and read through everything in them. "Cassius Warren.” He grumbled, the name lingering in his memory, and then he asked Rocky, "Why is there little to no information about this man in this file? Where is his photograph? What exactly does he do? Is he a wolf, and if so, from what pack?" "Yes, yes, the man in question is Cassius Warren. He is the primary suspect in the case. And we have no answers to your inquiries. My men are trying hard to learn more about him, but he is now anonymous."

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the back. I walk back to the bar in this skimpy little outit. A tiny black skirt that barely covers my ass. These damn fishnets and a corset-like top that pushes my tits up to my throat. As I learn how to breath all over again, I find Cass casually pouring whiskey into four small glasses. Since I'm going to work here, might as well get to know my coworkers. "So what does Cass stand for?" I asked Ieaning against the bar counter. "Cassius." He smiled and continued to pour. He takes another tray out and neatly sets all four glasses onto it.