Cassius Warrington Novels & Stories

If the guards got word as to what was happening down below Wrenbrook’s floors, she could end up trapped in here—or worse. Despite the crowded conditions, the men parted for her. If he hadn’t been wearing a familiar outfit, Kit might not have even recognized Cassius. His face was battered and swollen, one eye opening only a slit. His curly hair was matted in several places, and there were blood stains all over the white and blue Warchester Keep colors he wore.

Cassius set the fork down slowly, his fingers tapping against the table. "Crystal." "Yes?" His smirk returned, but this time, there was something dangerous behind it. "You just declared war." My stomach dipped. Shit.

He had only just removed his shirt and was stood holding the open duffel bag in his hands, a look of pure disgust on his face. "Khaki?" he gave her an incredulous look. "Cassius!" It wasn't too much longer before Izzie was making her way back up the stairs, assisting a disgruntled Khaki-clad vampire. The uniform was a little ill-fitting but it wasn't overly noticeable unless you were up close. The brim of the snapback hid nearly all of his beat-up face if he kept his head down. Some of his wounds had started to heal but the process was very slow. He was really weak and the hole in his thigh wasn't pulling back together quickly enough and with the damage to the muscle, it was making walking a

I carefully sat down and felt the relaxation in my bone. "Miss Hannah the meeting will start at 9 o'clock sharp" I raise my eyebrow. "Seriously? Make it 8 o'clock" I said in frustration. "Okay po Miss Hannah noted" I open my laptop and went to browse the name Cassius. The name where the one who did inspired me a lot. My attention diverted to a link, I rolled my eyes when I saw the title. 'Cassius accidentally revealed his face at the backstage stadium during his final compete at Germany'

At the same time, Zion and Harriet diverted their eyes to Cassius. “Why me?” Cassius asked. Upon thinking, Zion gasped and nodded his head to agree. “Right!” he exclaimed. Zion clapped his hand before he pointed Cassius. “Brother graduated from Harvard. Right?” “Yes,” Cassius gave a short reply. “In New York, he was know as a genius when it comes in architecture. Professors praised him a lot,” Harriet said. Hearing it directly made Cassius’s ears reddened. He forged a cough and whispered, “Stop it.”

He was wearing only wearing some boxers leaving the rest of his delectable skin uncovered. His body was toned to perfection, with large biceps lead into a chiselled chest, sitting underneath his firm pectorials sat a very solid set of abs before sliding into his waist, his prominent byline on show. Unfortunately his bixers covered what was under his byline, but below that. His thick toned thighs lead into toned claves.

CHAPTER 144 Cassius tilted the handle of his wheelchair to lock it, back straight despite the stiffness in his lower spine. His son, Wilson, paced near the window. He looked unsettled and it was there on his shoulders. His jaw was tight, and he had been at it for two hours. “You should slow down,” Casssius whispered. “You would kill yourself.” “Im better off dead,” Wilson lamented. “This is no life. We got the money but we are entrusted with one thing. Look at my fingers— my hands and you, we have no idea when you'll be out of that wheelchair.”

Cassidy mist have given him one of her extra tickets. "So Wax Man, I see that you decided to honor us with your presence today," Gary said annoyed. Today was his special day and he didn't want Warren to desecrate the place with his presence. Especially when he is dressed in such a poor manner. What would the guests think of Gary since he allowed such a person access to his grand function?

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

Who? Upon hearing Jaxter's words, some of Jaxter's subordinates immediately carried someone and placed him right in front of Jaxter, who was standing. It was Cassius, lying weakly on the stretcher. The man looked at Cassius's seemingly unconscious body from his vantage point. He just took a deep breath. “Ah, what a pity. But you don’t need to return him. Didn’t I teach you to finish your job? Are you so weak now that you can't even kill?”