Cassius Warrington Novels & Stories

Marco quickly did as he was told and every members of the Santinos family watched the clear story of how cassio had blow up South Villa. " He is the spy " One of the said disdainfully. " Kill him boss, he didn't deserve to be alive " another added. Maximo turn to cassio who was now speaking audibly. " Please...ple..ase spare me. I was.... only doing..th... is to keep my life " His reason makes Maximo to laughed out dryly. " You hear his lame excuse? He said he did blow up my South Villa so he could keep his fucking LIFE! " The last statement comes with a bang. Maximo hit Cassio again and again in the head until finally his brain were visible, splattered on the floor irritatedly.

Cassians's POV The secretary knocked on the door to my office, there was the bell, but because he'd thought that the loud sound of the bell might distract me, he chose to knock instead. "You have a call, Mr Cassian," he said and walked in his hand a phone towards me. " Good day Mr Cassian," the voice said timidly from over the phone. I replied with a grunt while I continued to look through the papers in front of me. " This is from the hotel you came to some months ago and we are calling to make sure that all is fine, one of our employees after cleaning the room, reported that there were blood stains on the bed, which could be a sign of bodily harm," he said and gulped in heavily.

~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~ I parked the car in front of the Satan villa. I rolled down the window to take a good look at the villa and to make up my mind if I should stay here or turn back. My hand clenched around the steering wheels and I subconsciously started to bite my nails on the other hand. I could pretend to be strong but alone I was always like this, anxious, nervous, and scared of what others might think of me. When I was alone I always seek for the warmth of someone’s touch, not in a sexual way but in a way that could calm my monsters down. I always wanted someone who could say ‘There’s no need to bite on your nails Hyacinth, I’m here.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Now I feel stupid but me and Mia are happy in an embarrassing sort of way. “Remi, tell me, why did you come with some other unmated male wolf if you’re so worried about me?” Jealousy hit him too, I guess. “Jackson is just a guy friend and a co-worker Wyatt.” “Call me Wyatt one more time.” I don’t know what kind of punishment I’m about to get but I know he liked my disobedience. “Maybe some other time... WYATT!” I yelled out running away laughing. He caught me right after I said it. The high heels and dress not allowing me to run fast or far for that matter.

All eyes fell on him. After glancing at Cassian, Eric asked, "Who are you?" "I'm—" Cassian was about to introduce himself when an intern behind Eric beat him to it. "He's Cassian York, Dr. Watkins. He's a nursing assistant." "A nursing assistant?" Frowning, Eric asked, "What did you mean with your earlier comment?" Cassian quickly explained, "Dr. Watkins, for cases such as Ms. Landon's, there are still solutions available."

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

When I stepped outside, a bitter breeze slipped under the hem of my dress- but I didn’t shiver. I found Darius already seated beneath a vine-covered pergola, a long stone table before him, sipping black coffee like it was a ritual. The view behind him stretched across mist-covered hills. He wore slate grey today, no tie again, and sleeves rolled to his forearms. He was clean-cut and unreadable, making him look less like a groom and more like a ruler. Two other men flanked him. One I recognised. Cassian Ward- his legal counsel, strategist, political fixer, rumour-spreader. He was a clever and ruthless man who was rumoured to have bankrupted an entire dynasty with a single forged contract.

Harrington is sitting on his chair facing his back at me. “Good morning Mr. Harrington, My name is Cassandra Lei Tan and I am here to apply as your secretary” I said with confidence. Me. Harrington slowly turned his chair around. I couldn't believe it when I saw the man that I kissed yesterday, sitting right in front of me.