Chasity The Charity Case Novels & Stories

It's not my fault my mate doesn't want anything to do with me either, which allows these girls who wander in here to think they are doing something moral. With no towel supplied, Chasity pushes open the glass door to the swimming complex, letting out the heat and the scent of magic I use to keep it clear. "Why hello," she says coyly. She makes a show of stretching herself against the wall, as if seeing her body from another angle would change my mind. Simply watch her face, bored, as she approaches, moving her body in ways I assume she is thinking looks sensual. "Chasity," I say smoothly. Her arms fall by her side, as she looks at me, disappointed. “It’s Cassie. Remember?"

Sam: "Well I always knew you are a clumsy one. Now move your lazy butt. We will be training on music today. So you will have a relaxing session." Casie: "Ok. I guess" Sam's POV I saw her first time on earth when I was asked to pick up her soul. I landed on the earth near a valley and saw her lifeless body in a lovely ball gown. Damn, she was looking so beautiful. I guess she might be going to a school dance. I picked her up her soul and carried her in my arms and started my journey towards Angelina. There was something about this girl. I was not able to take my eyes off her. she was looking so innocent, calm, and hot. Yeah, that was my first impression - she is hot. I also felt like taking s

[KHALI] She's completely insane. Today I'm the pitboss, and I can't just abandon my responsibility for a crazy girl like her. Now that I'm here in the Casino for a hectic night. She's such a pain in the ass, and she's a stubborn one at that. I hate unplanned events, and this girl is causing havoc. She's a capricious maniac.

- I ask “He made a deal with the devil, and we are all working in it together” - Nick says and I look at Charlie that is now walking out of the cells. I follow him and we run to my car. Charlie is mind linking some of our warriors. I’m on my way, my love. I’m going to find you.

" They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party. Chantelle is filled with a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, and despair. She feels like the world is against her, and she's not sure what to do. She falls asleep, exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that's happened. But when she wakes up, she feels a little bit different. She's still angry and hurt, but she's also determined to move forward and make something of herself. She has a new resolve and a new sense of purpose. She went outside and sat singing and feeling lonely but was called out by Someone.

I have so much on my plate today that I do not even know where to start. Mayson is getting out of the hospital tomorrow. Seth and I have a meeting with the board after lunch to discuss the project. We are still in limbo as to whether or not it is going forward. I need to go to the police department and talk to Daniel to see if there are any new leads on Mayson’s case. He has gotten the police chief to agree to extra patrols at my house. The chief knows that I had nothing to do with Mayson’s attack. In a town as small as Chance, the rumor mill gets to buzzing. He cannot afford to lose the next election. Having an unsolved case involving a single woman almost killed in her own home does not lo

"Casey, love, it's Katie. I'm going to come and inject this now. Okay, I know we've been going cold turkey and you've done so well, sweetheart but your cutting into your skin with your nails and I need to clean, then okay, I need you to relax for me" "Don't fucking touch me. You've done enough. Don't come near me," she Yells over all the noise here. There's another female who approaches the door and I recognise her from the funeral held for Oliver. She was in a wheelchair with no leg though and I believe she's got a prosthetic one now. "Casey?" She whispers over the noise. It's soft and sweet. "I told you, okay, I told you I don't have nothing Just let me go" Casey's voice is hoarse and brok

She always did. "Who was the woman in red at the gala?" I asked. Victoria's hand stilled on her tablet. "Which woman?" "Red dress. Dark hair. Early twenties. She was at the bar." "Why do you care?" Good question. I didn't know the answer. "Just curious." "Her name is Sophia Chen. Catherine Chen's daughter. Political family, old money, nothing special." Victoria's tone was dismissive. "Why?" Because she'd walked away from me. Because her eyes had held something I couldn't name not attraction, not intimidation, but something colder. Recognition, maybe, though we'd never met.

Zazu replied, gesturing to the chair across from us. He pulled out a chair and sat across from me, his eyes briefly scanning the room before landing on me. “You both look fantastic tonight,” he complimented, his gaze lingering for a second too long on my dress before his eyes return back to meet mine. “How far are you liking this event, Casey?” I offered him a polite smile. “Just taking it all in,” I replied. “How about you? Enjoying the evening?” He nodded. “It has been good so far. I always appreciate events like this. This charity event is for children who have been diagnosed with leukaemia. Oh I almost forgot..” He looked down. “ How is your ankle?”

“No such thing. And besides, you’re not buying lingerie for Johnny. You’re buying it for you. To feel powerful. To take your story back.” She smiled. That part stuck. But as they stepped out of the last boutique, shopping bags in hand, the sky turned colder. So did Minnie. Chaz. In a fitted leather jacket and boots too expensive for someone not gainfully employed, she crossed the sidewalk with a sour grin curling her lips. “Well, if it isn’t Miss Former-Virgin Charity Case,” Chaz said, gaze flicking over the bags. “Upgrading to lace, huh? You always did like rich boys.”