Novel & Cerita Castiel Novak

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

"I can call security if you need me to...?" "No. Paula this is Casey. My Casey" I say, walking so fast, crossing my office to get to her and pulling her into a huge hug. "Hello Maximus" "Only my mother calls me that! But I'll let you off this once, Angel" "Thee Casey?" "Paula, this is Casey Hamilton, Casey, this is the receptionist, Paula Hargreaves's" "Hello" she says with a forced smile on her face. Since when the bloody hell did she get out of retreats centre?

At that moment, four others stepped forward as well. Marvin gestured toward them, introducing each one. "These two are Baron North, leader of the Iron Mountain Sect, and his son, Castiel North." Chase recognized Castiel as the boorish man he had fought earlier. Now, however, Castiel behaved with utmost respect, bowing deeply. "An honor to meet you, Mr. Collins." His father, Baron, looked almost identical to him—the only difference was the age-worn marks of time on his face. They were unmistakably cut from the same mold.

Castiel’s P.O.V The drive back to Damien’s mansion feels surreal, like the world outside the car is moving at a different pace than the whirlwind that’s going on inside my mind. With Celia and Tanner beside me, I can hardly focus on the road ahead. My thoughts keep drifting back to everything that’s happened—the confessions, the ring, the promise of a future with Damien. I’m still struggling to fully process it, to understand that I’m no longer just *Castiel*. I’m *Damien’s fiancé*.

-It was beautiful, my girl- My mother says excitedly before hugging me- And I have everything recorded! Well, how good! Note the irony. -I don't think we had a chance to introduce ourselves, I'm Jim, Monique's husband. Jim says, shaking hands with Azael. This is accepted. -Charmed, Azael Volkov. -Are you Russian? -my mother looks at the scene with a little frown. It is obvious that he does know who he is, and I understand that he does not like it. -I was born there. My mother was. -answer without showing any sign of nostalgia. This is the first time I have heard him talk about his mother since he told me his story. It's a big step for him.

“We are going to get you a position on the stage at mariposa! Even if you decide not to stick with it in the long run, sweet stuff. You need to feel your worth and show the whole world how amazing you are!” Candy texts someone then brings me down the back stairs to her car and off to Maripossa. It’s still early and the club isn’t open yet, but the door swings open and this immaculately dressed latino man in his 30’s I think, smiles at us “Is this the pequeña mariposa that I have heard so much about?” “Si! Mateo Castillo’s umm… niece-phew? They are nonbinary and a fabulous performer!” Candy says with a wave and flourish. “This is Nova, not Castillo…um I don’t actually know your last name, Nov