Cathy Cassidy Author Novels & Stories

Once she was back in control Dannie looked for her twin. Cass stood among the few women who were willing to try to win a spot on the predominantly male comprised enforcers. Though Cass stood out among them. She was like a proud Amazonian queen preparing for battle. Like Dannie, she had dark hair and brown eyes, but she was curvy, bronzed, and athletic. Quite the contrast to Dannie’s pale Addams Family look. Cass bounced on her feet as she twirled twin daggers in circles. As their mother, she was a knife fighter, but Dannie knew the knives were simply for intimidation. Only blunt weapons were allowed.

RILEY Cassidy was thirty-one years old and she lived in an apartment in the Alberta Arts District that had good light and the particular organized sparseness of someone who'd been deliberately building a life outside the structures they'd been born into and had gotten very good at needing only what was genuinely necessary. She opened the door and looked at me and I looked at her and there was the same moment there had been with Daria and with Theo: the specific recognition of something shared, delivered through the face, through the quality of attention.

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

MIKEY COLLIN P.O.V “Tell me about this woman,” Matthew ordered. “She must be quite the lay if she brings Mikey Collins to his knees.” Something in me felt a tick when he spoke of her as if she was an easy woman. Cassie isn’t like that. If he wasn’t my best friend, I would have punched this man in the jaw and drag his face against the floor. “Talk about her like she’s an easy woman one more time and I will snap your neck.” I seethed.

Besides, what would she even say? It was for the best, Cassie decided. Baby steps on this going wild thing was a good plan. She wondered if there was something in the corporate handbook she could use. Corporate handbook? Cassie sighed internally. Here she was coming up with responsible steps on how to go wild. She really did need a break from her rule-filled life. Still, she hoped she'd run into the handsome man again. Cassie could do big girl steps then. Maybe even be spontaneous. She was “Vacation Cassidy” after all.

"Sister, I have no idea what I did to make you hate me so much. I understand that you are not happy about this situation, but Master Nolan is kind. You will not find a better man to love you." "Then why didn't you marry him yourself, you snake?" Cassidy lazily examined her nails, pouting like a child. "I'm not stupid, unlike you. I am educated, and I deserve a man who is not eternally stuck in a wheelchair. You came just in time to save me from a future that doesn't suit me. You are the sacrificial lamb, sister."

Just both of you, living in your own bubble even in the center of your busy lives and working together and cheering each other on. Cassie was a writer, which was news to Myra because the dossier never mentioned this. His eyes were nostalgic as he explained how they would brainstorm the subplots in her book for days, searching for plot holes, and how they would act out scenes to make sure it made sense in real life before she recreated them on paper. He turned to her suddenly, “Why are you never offended when I talk about Cassie?” She giggled. “That would be ridiculous. You loved her.” She smiled sadly now, “And I find her intriguing. She was confident, daring and was not scared of anyone.”

I'm not sure they actually looked at me or listened to my name. One said, "Madam Holiway is very specific about tardiness." The other quickly added, "she likes to have people here on the hour." "I understand but..." Cassie looked around quickly. There was no one waiting. And she wasn't expecting any special treatment. She just wanted to pick up the dress. She said, "I'm just here to pick up my dress. I don't need to try it on and I'm sure it won't need any alterations. My husband has already paid for it."

I put on stiletto heels and grabbed a purse. I glanced at myself in the mirror. First impression matters a lot. Spraying my perfume, I took one last glance at the mirror and stepped out. My phone rang while on my way to meet Wells. I checked the caller ID. It turned out to be my best friend, Cassey. Cassandra Kim. Cassey for short. She is half Korean, half American but when one sees her, she doesn't look Asian at all. Her complete American genes took over. Cassey was the complete opposite of me. She has a body to kill for. Her hour glass figure that makes her fit to be a model. She is a full time model who also writes for fun. She writes novels and they are my favourite. Cassey is an extrove

Slowly but surely, they began to gather a group of individuals who had been wronged by Cassia or had reason to see her exposed. One of the first people to join their cause was a woman named Claire Matthews. Claire had once been one of Cassia’s closest friends—until Cassia had sabotaged her career in order to gain a business advantage. Claire had been left with nothing, her reputation ruined, and her trust shattered. When Lucan reached out to her, she was more than willing to help.