Cathy Cassidy Author Novels & Stories

"Maybe you aren't as intelligent as I'd hoped. It'll be impossible to teach an imbecile to be a proper assassin." Cassidy threw back the blankets, surging from the bed in a sharp movement that sent an echoing ache through her body. She lunged at the Lycan, smacking him soundly across the cheek. "I am a great many things, Forest man, but I am not, nor have I ever been, an imbecile." She fisted her hands at her side, chest heaving. "You will not speak to me like that! I don't care if you did save my life, you have no right to comment on my intelligence."

“It’s a good thing you didn’t. Things were chaotic and dangerous for awhile there, for Asher too, unfortunately. We’re both safe and sound, though.” Cassidy glanced around the room almost warily, skewering all of the eavesdroppers with a cold look that had them turning back to their own conversations. She chewed on her lower lip, her nervousness bleeding through her every move. I went to put my hair into a ponytail but found I didn’t have a hair tie. As many fights as I end up getting into, you’d think I’d have one on me constantly.

Cassidy, on the other hand, wasn’t worried about her newly -and old- acquired friends as the thoughts of death, revenge, hell, even Misty’s distant whine was enough distractions; a cold wind nipped in the now cool air, summer officially coming to a end and autumn making its presence known. She shivered, tightening the black duster around herself and silently hoped that Dodge wouldn’t notice it missing from his saddlebag he had left back in the rented saloon room, silently hoping that he’d see her absence and forget about her, silently hoping that maybe Hell wouldn’t be as bad as Thomas preaches about. Bouts of laughter met her ears and the flickering of kerosene lamps were gaining light as t

"Stubborn girl.' "You taught me to be stubborn and where are you going to?" Cathy asked him. "I am attending a little house party with my friends, I have to be there, do you want to come?" "Oh please, party is not my thing, just go do your thing, while I work on a file." She said, he laughed and darted out. "What a waste?" Cathy said, that in country D's main city, Whitney just arrived from San Francisco, she had gone there on vacation with Casper.

It's not very close, but it can't be called a stranger either. Cathy put down the pen and hid the paper she was writing on. "I guess I need to be prepared for what happens next. After all, that alpha, seems going to make my life living in hell in this academy." Cathy shook her head. Caisen is different. When they were both young, as Cathy grew up, Caisen was a happy and really restless child. He likes to smile and play with her, but from what he can see now, he has definitely changed a lot.

She still remembered how the coldness felt on her skin. Soon enough, their meals came and filled the table in front of them. The aroma filled the air around them with delicacy. The scenery looked very beautiful around them. If not for the constant blabbering of Sarrah, the couple could have enjoyed their meal in peace, but Sarrah couldn't stop talking. “Cassie’s is a very good doctor, she-” “Excuse me.” Cassie interrupted Sarrah and stood up from her chair, heading to the ladies' room. She needed a break from all that false care and compliments her mother was showering her.

He waited for an answer and his silence frustrated her even more. “Asher, I don’t have to tell you my business. I don’t ask about the many different ways you fuck Maggie because I don’t care. And this is not about me being jealous because I understand the way things are between you two. This is me letting you know that I have moved on and I have the right to as a grown woman.” “But with the enemy? He’s a Hunter!” Cathy opened her mouth to speak when a sharp pain lacerated her right hand. She gasped and gripped her wrist tight, trying to squelch the pain. But it felt like hot iron was embedded in her flesh and was being dragged slowly across her palm.

Cassidy starts to laugh out loud, I feel good, I stay here, it's good here, I yawn as this start to move front to back, this feels good, full tummy, cold hair, and rocking me, I close my eyes then go to sleep. Wanda POV In the cottage Carter was in the kitchen, smelling it smelled good, he cooks well if smelling is good, I walk to lie in the living room, tired of the day, Cosmo did not come in but Cassidy did, she was laughing at something when Carter asks, “what’s so funny?” Cassidy then started saying Cosmo fell asleep on something called a car tire swing she put outside, I tilt my head then got up to look at what she said, when I stood on my paws to look out the window I rolled my eyes.

one of them gasped, wiping at her eyes, “I swear, this is like reading a romance novel written by a clown.” Katie flipped her hair over her shoulder, smirking. “Oh, it’s better than that. It’s her.” Her finger pointed straight at me. “Cassie,” she said loudly, “your diary has some… interesting material. Really creative. Bold of you, ghostie.” “Katie, I–” I was cut off by Katie’s laughter. Katie held up one page between her manicured fingers. “Ladies, listen to this part.” She cleared her throat dramatically and read out loud.

Cassidy was filled with excitement and joy as she scrolled through social media posts about Hayley. This was beyond anything she had hoped for. Though she hadn't initially believed that leaving matters to 'L' was the best idea, she was beginning to realize that she could indeed place her faith in 'L'.