Cassy Mccane Novels & Stories

"Cassandra Marcom died two years ago. We held a funeral. We signed the death certificate. Legally, you are a corpse. And last I checked, corpses cannot own property, hold stocks, or fire CEOs." "I am sitting right here, Cane." Cassie sneered his name coldly. "Are you?" Cane smirked, walking slowly toward her. He stopped just inches from her chair, invading her personal space. "Or are you just an imposter that fool hired? Plastic surgery is cheap these days. A little nip here, a tuck there..." He reached out, his finger grazing her jawline. North, emboldened by Cane’s confidence, snorted from his seat. "She does look different. Cassie was uglier and fatter. This bitch is simply too classy."

“This is yours, Arya. I should have given you this before now, but it totally slipped my mind.” Nine pairs of eyes zoned in on us, watching our exchange. Cassie Fletcher was a household name. Apart from being the spoiled last child of her wealthy parents, she was also a top model for high end brands. They were probably wondering how Cassie and I knew each other. I took the flowers from her and placed them on my lap, my face blank. I was in no mood to pretend to be happy that she was here when I knew she only wanted to cause trouble.

Cassy's energetic presence changed the air as she bounced into the medbay, her hands full of Panera bags. As Knox devoured the soup, Cassy pulled me aside. "I won't be staying long," she confessed. "I told Mom I didn't want to be around all the hormones bouncing off the walls here. And wow, I can feel it coming off you right now." She paused, looking around. "Where's Ky? Where's Kael?" I couldn't help but laugh, feeling a moment of lightness in her company. "Ky's with Naomi, and Kael's securing the border," I informed her.

However, it was stupid of her to go straight towards the coffee puddle as soon enough her Burj Khalifa reaching heels were skidding over the cursed brown liquid, gathering around the slutty heels of all her minions too. “You stooped really low today, Miss Whatever - is - your - name, but I did not know that you would go so low, so as to hug the floor,” I chuckled and earned a murderous glare from the fallen devil. “Monroe. My flippin name is Cassy Monroe and I will surely get back to you for this,” she shouted at the top of her annoyingly shrill voice before an entire girl gang with broken ankles, dirty skirts and tear - makeup messed faces, was limping towards the Dean’s Office.

I trailed off, unsure how to phrase what I wanted to ask. Cassy glanced back at me as we walked. “Ah, the babies. I heard you brought them. I can’t wait to see them.” I paused, knowing she wasn’t going to say more unless I asked directly. I stopped walking and turned to face her. “Is Kat the mom?” She chuckled, crouching to swipe her hand through the shallow water at the edge of the path. “You think I’d allow a human to mother a miracle like Tory? One that would throw away life like it was nothing? No, absolutely not.”

Just a plain brick wall, a single camera, and a woman on the edge of truth. I looked into the lens and breathed. “You don’t know me,” I began, my voice even. “You know what they’ve said about me. You’ve seen headlines, doctored videos, anonymous files… but not the full story.” Behind the camera, Margaret’s hand tightened around her tablet. The playback light blinked red. We were live. “My name is Cassandra Jones. I did not steal, betray, or manipulate my way into power, but I did survive the people who did, and now I’m going to show you everything.”

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.

I feel a knot in my stomach, the unfairness of it all twists inside me. Cass is beside me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. She hasn’t said a word since Dr. Harris left, and I don’t know if it’s because she doesn’t know what to say or because she’s afraid she’ll fall apart if she opens her mouth. She’s barely twenty, probably never considered herself with kids yet. But this is her big sister and she knew how much this meant to Winona. Their family has had so much loss, and here I am still angry because Lance chose to leave us.

CHAPTER 4 Can Cassandra give Antonio heaven? She'd never even dated in her life. For over fifteen years, Cassandra has only taken care of herself, training and molding herself to become a police officer. She wanted to uncover the case of her parents that was closed for no apparent reason. It was very mysterious. And Cassandra had always wondered why the deaths of Marvin and Annalise, two very influential people in the New York City fashion world, had to be closed in that way. “This is my room.”

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.