Novel & Cerita Fnaf Cassie X Gregory

“Yeah. He cleaned up real nice, hmm. But it's him.” That earned me a scowl. “He used to be Cassy’s best friend,” Greg informed me. “Do best friends call each other babe?” I mused aloud. “Maybe they have progressed from mere best friends?” Greg speculated.

Gabriel asked, turning to me. “Yes,” I answered, smiling. “It was great. We talked and laughed. Cassie and Annie are really getting along great.” “I can see that,” he said with a smile and looked at the car behind us. Annie and Cassie were really hitting it off. Both were into makeup and fashion, and they couldn’t stop talking about it. So, Annie decided to ride with Jake, Blake and Cassie, just so they could continue talking. I guess they didn’t have enough yesterday.

Cassie began, jabbing Natasha in the arm. "What?" "You freaking out in front of Lucas King!" "The artist?" "Oh, no. The fisherman who happens to have really cool hair!" Natasha gave her an annoyed look. "Nothing. I was just a little dazed from the football that was coming right at my face." "Yeah, sure," Cassie added, rolling her eyeballs. "How do I still put up with you?" "Duuh...I'm your bff and in case you hadn't noticed, the last 'f' is for forever !" Cassie responded with her high spirited tone, "besides, where else are you gonna find an awesome friend like me?"

3P POV: Cassandra was in her late forties, but Gregg was 12 years younger than her. He came from a rich family, and he was a well-known playboy who got in the news for more wrong reasons than good. Elena pretty much expected to meet him but not so fast. Gregg was tall, handsome with sharp features, and his thick brown hair like his sister could make any of the two genders envy. He almost always wore vested suits. “You won’t run away from home again, will you?” Gregg asked, taking out a flower from inside his vest. It was a rose that got roughed up a bit. “I picked it up from the garden… just for you.”

“Nathan and Ainsley should be back from their honeymoon in a few days, I’m sure they’d like to catch up.” “I’m leaving tomorrow,” Cassie said quickly. “I have to be back at work Monday.” They both pouted their disappointment. “That’s a shame,” Two said. “It would’ve been fun to get the gang back together.” “Especially after the gift the boys got for Nathan,” Three said conspiratorially. “What gift?” Cassie asked. The two women shared a look. “Well,” Two said, “we heard that they’d paid one of the strippers, from that club we went to, four hundred dollars to come to the wedding as a surprise for Nathan.”

Now that I was at the end of my life, all I wanted was to see our mother once more, even if it was only a faded photograph on a tombstone. Casey stopped in the doorway for a few seconds, but he did not turn around. His voice was cold and distant. “Come ask me again when you’ve severed all ties with Charles and Luke.” I opened my mouth to plead further, but he was already gone. I tried to get up to chase after him, but my legs were weak once more. Since I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy, I had endured this a few times before but never as severely as now.

Ignoring the flashy bag, Cassie responded, "You all agreed to cover my mom's medical bills, so why haven't they been paid yet?" Winnie, alerted by Cassie's loud voice, came out and said, "I promised I'd give you the money, but I didn't specify when. What's the hurry?" Cassie shifted her focus from Sarah to Winnie, her expression reflecting a mix of frustration and sadness. "Do you realize how much I'm struggling with these high interest rates?" she said in a soft, emotional voice. Tears welled up as she continued, "My mom's treatment is getting delayed because of the unpaid bills."

He watched without blinking while Cassandra cupped Graham's face and said something to Graham. Greg became even more surprised when Cassandra nodded and Graham slipped the ring on Cassandra's finger and hugged each other. The day of retribution has finally arrived. His boss is reaping what he had sown. The infamous Casanova was played by his fiancée. That's what Greg had in mind when he witnessed Cassandra and another man getting engaged. Greg couldn't make up his mind whether or not to tell Marty. Greg got out of the car. He walked fast to catch the paparazzo he spotted taking pictures of Cassandra with the other man.

[ FANNY ] It's been three days since I no longer saw my daughter Cassandra. The last time we spoke was when I sent her to pick a medicinal plant in the bush behind our house. And since she left the house that night, she never came back. It was the first time this had happened. Cassandra is not the kind of girl who sleep outside. During these three days, I was panicked. I looked for my daughter all over the neighborhood and I couldn't find her. Besides, no one had seen her. All my efforts to find her were in vain. I then automatically informed the police to help me find her. I was afraid to find out on the news that she was killed. She is my darling daughter. I love her and she's only 16 year

I scowled at him, "I don't see you bringing up any bright solutions. Or have you been hit too many times in the head with a hockey stick to be able to use that pea sized brain of yours." "despite what you think, hockey isn't played by waving our sticks in the air." He drawled. "Which reminds me. Why didn't you tell me you were some kind of hockey god?" I accused. "Believe it or not, my occupation never came up once while you were trying to buy me off with free dog grooming." "I hate you." "So you've said." "Cassie, Liam, lunch's ready!" Mum called up to us, "I'm sure you don't want to eat cold potatoes."