Romans & histoires Cassius Warrington

San Francisco glowed beneath the aircraft windows finally. Enough pretending distance was noble, he was going to get his fiancée back. Cassius walked through the terminal dressed in black slacks and a charcoal coat despite the mild weather. Heads turned as he passed. Women stared, men watched cautiously. His phone buzzed once, it was Jin Bunko. Cassius answered while walking toward the exit. “Alpha.” “What is it?” “Everything remains stable in Ravenwood.” Cassius hummed distractedly. Jin hesitated before speaking again. “Are you certain this pursuit is wise?”

The ref calls it, and Russell releases the guy, making him cough and wheeze in pain, holding his throat as the ref comes, grabs Russell's hand, and lifts it high above his head in victory. I can't help but look at him admiration. I'm still scared shitless, but happy for my man. He's indeed a good fighter, and I know he will do wonders. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

Her dad asked, apparently intent on being difficult. “You know full well how I know Lorenzo,” Lilith said. “He’s my boss. For my internship. And Lex is his brother.” “Lorenzo Casello is the CEO of VI Tech” her dad said. “That should make him the boss of your boss of your boss — and on down.” “Several more bosses, in fact,” Enzo said, straightening his sweater as he stood. He was taller than her dad, and in their tiny living room, he seemed to take up a ton of space.

He’s lucky Xachariah was out of the country when all that crap went down with Charity yesterday. Cassius looks hot as hell in his laid back cowboy attire, and I’m taken by surprise when I arrive at the stables. He’s wearing tight, faded cowboy pants, paired with boots and a fitted blue t-shirt. His hair, once styled with gel, is now disheveled after taking a shower. I have to admit; I prefer him this way.

Clad in short-sleeved shirts, they slowly looked around, staring deadly at the people inside the room at this moment. The leader of the gang had on a T-shirt and a sling pouch bag. He took a long puff before he growled in a raspy voice, “Who was the one who booked this room? I want you to move to another room now!” “Why should we do that? Who do you guys think you are?” Cindy asked angrily as she stood up. She was not afraid of them at all. “Who am I? Hah, girl. I am Warrick Yackel. If you don’t know who I am, go out on the streets and ask anyone about me!”

I shouted. Only for ice to wash through me. The air disappeared from my lungs and I felt about two inches tall as I found myself staring directly into the grey eyes of Alpha Cassian Varrick. Cassian was a massive Alpha, with the body of a professional wrestler—probably because he spent most of his time wrestling other men, in wolf and human form. His sleek black hair was oiled back from his face today, and he wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. It showed off both full-sleeve tattoos and the others that trailed over his chest and torso.

"Mr. Cassius, the Director is already waiting in the VIP suite. We're just waiting on you." Cassius, masked and hidden behind dark sunglasses, nodded as he stepped out of his van. His gaze landed on a familiar, sharp-moving figure. He hooked his glasses down. "Carllo? What's he doing here?" "Oh, you mean Carllo?" his assistant, Sean, chirped. "He's probably here to meet Director Harriet. He's got some serious talent; if he lands a role in a big werewolf fantasy, he's going to skyrocket." Cassius snorted. "You think being my stunt double is beneath him?"

She turned slowly. Cassian Varest lounged against one of the tall stone pillars in the outer corridor, as if he had been waiting. At seventeen, he looked like he had been born to be annoying and handsome at the same time—dark auburn hair perfectly tousled, gray eyes sharp and cold, and posture relaxed in an expensive dark coat trimmed with silver. He pushed off the pillar and walked toward her, boots tapping against the polished floor. “You should have failed,” he repeated, his voice calm but edged with something like anger. “All of them especially Caligo.”

“Carter is in. The shipments will be arriving soon. I don’t know what you said to him but it worked. “ Of course, it fucking worked. I was the most powerful and dangerous man in New York. A lot of his actions were motivated by fear. I was unforgiving and everybody knew it. Carter was smart to accept my escorts, drinks, and deals. “Be ready for him and be careful. “ “What did you do? Apologize? “ “I don’t apologize to anyone. He was happy with the girls you sent and drinks. All I had to do was stroke his ego by telling him he has the best ammo and product in the business. “ “Okay. Where are you? I thought you would want to see this shipment for yourself. It is the biggest one yet. Is there so

After a few seconds, the door opened and Cyrus looked at me worriedly. "I... I came to ask for a shirt. You see, I don't really feel comfortable wearing tight ones." I told him shyly. He looked at me with confusion and I held on to my towel tighter and that caught his attention. He froze, I saw it and his eyes roamed around my body. I shifted from one foot to the other because of self consciousness. "Can you lend me a bigger shirt?" "Yes." Was his reply and I blew a sack of air when he turned, leaving the door open.