Csi Vegas Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Well, what she did not know was what I was hiding underneath it. As we all take a seat around the bar with a whiskey in hand, Vega seems to want to finish what he started outside. "So why are you and your goon here, Cassie?" "Are you deaf, Vega?" "No, I just like irritating you, Caine." "Be careful what you wish for." Her mom seems to be getting frustrated at the tension between Vega and me. She turns to Cassandra to face her. "Cassie, I am not rude, but why are you guys here?"

SELENA’S POV Strange encounters happen every day, these are things I have only read in books and the ones my father shared for me, now it feels like I am living a fantasy, my own fantasy seeing all these things happen. The ritual, the wars and the Alpha who is strict but later gets to fall in love with the one he hates. Cassian has a soft spot for me, I see it each time but then he hides it, masking it behind his tough, strict persona.

Her heart leapt. Without another word, Cassia dashed into the hospital, her pulse racing, Damien calling after her as he hurried to catch up. The hope in her chest burned brighter with every step. TBC Please guys vote for my story and drop a review!

Cain continued, "I went to your house to visit Mr. Frost Senior today. He's healthy and strong, so you don't have to worry about him. Earlier tonight, he told me to stay for dinner. Your uncle and your cousin Blake were home, too. Anyway, we had a great time chatting with each other today. Vera, are you listening to me?" "Nope, she's not. She's asleep at the moment," Cassian replied. At first, Cain was stunned to hear a masculine voice responding to him. His tone changed instantly. "Who are you? Why are you with Vera?" he demanded loudly. "I'm her boyfriend." "That's impossible! Vera doesn't have a boyfriend at all! Unless… You're Cassian!" Realization dawned on Cain right away. Cassian guff

“First, I have to fulfill my mother’s ridiculous dream.” Xavier blinked. “You mean the marriage to Victoria?” Caspian rolled his eyes so hard they practically did a backflip. “Yes. Apparently I’m part of some old-school mafia-style alliance, only instead of exchanging blood, they exchanged wedding contracts behind my back.” “To be fair, Victoria Keene is beautiful,” Xavier offered. Caspian turned to him slowly. “Have you seen her I*******m? Her aesthetic is ‘Hot Cheetos and crystal manifestation.’ We are not compatible.”

The club owner almost fainted. “No, no, miss, absolutely not! The whole city knows you’re marrying into the Vercetti family! Cassian is… he’s cold, strict, old-school. He has rules for his rules! If he finds out you came here...if you ordered men...my little club is done for!” I tipped back my drink. The burn made my eyes water; the freedom made me smile. “Relax. I already gave the engagement to someone else. Starting today, I’m just here as a paying customer.”

He knows scars. Cassian stopped inches from the bed. His gaze dropped to my bare wrist—the scar visible in the moonlight. Then back to my face. "You flinched when Grandma mentioned miscarriages at the reception," he said, voice dangerously soft. "Selene Veyron wouldn’t care about miscarriages. She’d care about the caviar."

It was still early. I didn't know what possessed me, but on a whim, I opened "SimonLovesClaire" profile again. Sure enough, there was a new post. It was already gaining traction, and the title alone made me laugh out loud. [My fiancée found out I donated to my true-love streamer. She got jealous and threw a tantrum about canceling the engagement. Urgent, need advice. [By the end of the year, I'm supposed to get married to my fiancée. Our relationship has always been stable.

Elias, curled like a fox, slept at her feet, one hand resting protectively against her ankle. The news filtered in slowly. The message. The girl. The reminder that Valeria was a predator who hunted her own kind. And something inside Cassie cracked. Because no matter what Valeria had become—no matter how monstrous—she had still been a girl once. A daughter. A woman. Cassie pressed her face into Cassian’s hair and closed her eyes. The pain lingered there, silent and sharp. Later that night, the door creaked open. Bain stepped into the warm glow of the firelight, muscles aching, heart heavier than he cared to admit. Vulture followed behind him, his usual swagger softened by the sight before the

"Taking revenge for the things you did to me, of course!" "No… You can't do that to me… Not the face…" I gripped the knife and slashed him right across the face. He immediately let out a shrill scream. "No, my face! My face!" Jade roared at me in anger. "You sick bastard! Wilbur is my boyfriend! Let him go and come at me instead!" I dropped the knife and turned to look at Jade. "Your boyfriend? We're engaged, and you still had the audacity to date someone else?"