Guts X Casca Novels & Stories

Marcus said, pulling me from my thoughts, "Madison mentioned you play the cello? That's really cool. I play guitar, actually. Maybe sometime we could—" "Marcus Wheeler!" A harsh voice cut across the cafeteria, and all our heads snapped to see Cassie Ashford stalking toward our table, her expression twisted with anger and disgust.

“She said she will assign us on the cleaning department.” “What department are you, Cassie?” Bailey asked out of the blue. Serene and Linette turned to her with a surprise look. Bailey doesn't like subtext. She needs answer right away. That's how she handle things. Cassie glanced at her, tapping the beauty mask on her face. “It's not like a secret though. I'm a private attendant.” Serene gave Cassie a second look. Bailey got all excited when she heard it. “You are? How was it? How much money you make?” Cassie smirked at Bailey's reaction. She make tons of money by all the tips of her customer, but she wants Bailey to get all curious.

"Hey guys, check this out! We've got a lunatic here! He says he's going to take down the Wynter Group! I'm dying! Come on, get a close-up so everyone can see this delusional loser's face!" The camera shoved right up to my face. I did not dodge, just stared coldly at Cassie. My gaze made Cassie uncomfortable, but she quickly regained her composure. In her eyes, I was nothing but an orphan with no power or background, someone with nothing but brute strength.

Buffy was shaking from anger. Recalling how her family walked out on her, despair rose from the bottom of her heart. “Casius, you sick bastard! The entire Gwake family is also a bunch of sick psychos!” “Cut the crap! I’m giving you one last chance!” Casius shouted, his tone cold. “You either go wash yourself and let me fuck you, or my men will fuck you to death! “I like it better when a woman plays along. If you are just going to lay down like a piece of meat, no matter how beautiful you are, I won’t be interested.”

She opens it hers and hugs me thanking me, then whispers “I probably shouldn’t stay long.” Mami invites her to sit and she takes a seat looking uncomfortable, but Holden breaks the ice a bit “So Gina, you are a talented jewelry artist and you are friends with this lot, but why do you seem so on edge?” Cassie glares and Gina looks down at the ornament in her lap. Holden smiles “If it is on account of your relations with my daughter you can relax, I know the girl likes both girls and boys, even if she has never told me herself.” Both Gina and Cassie turn wide eyes and mouths agape on Cassie’s father before Gina recovers. “I don’t know what to say, sir. I was hoping to be more than friends with

She just gets to feel like she has a choice. And now Luca had something real to lose—not just his pride, everything he worked for. I’d tasted Noah now, and that changes the math of everything else. “Take it off.” Casper stepped forward and pulled the bag away in one motion. His face was already a mess. One eyes swollen almost full shut, blood dried into a dark crust at the corner of his mouth, cheek mottled purple-black in the shape of a fist that had connected more than once. He looked at me. Then dropped his eyes immediately, cursing under his breath.

A warrior’s memories. I let the movements rush into my head as my body copied them, and I managed to fight back Elizabeth’s attacks for a short while. I got cocky thinking about how I had a warrior’s memories in my head, and she took advantage of my arrogance by eventually knocking me over. She hit my sword out of my hands and held hers to my throat. “How long do you plan to keep up that appearance, witch?” she asked, but I insisted I was myself. I am Callisto!

The screen loaded for a second before it was filled with three familiar faces. Mica, looking smug as ever, her dark curls bouncing as she adjusted her camera. Cassie, already grinning like a gremlin. And Gladz, already rolling her eyes, clearly questioning why she answered the call in the first place. Can’t blame her. I feel the same. Cassie gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. [“Oh my God, Mica! You’re alive? I thought you got kidnapped and sold off or something. It’s been two weeks!”]

“Is he honest in his attestations that they aren’t an thing? Judging by the see on his confront, they are either getting down and messy or are almost to in the janitor's closet.” Cassie felt her blood run hot underneath her skin. Her vision was foggy as she taken after each connect that said her, all running purge stories that scarcely included a specify of the gift. All of them limited in on the prattle calculate, whether or not they were fucking, and tragically undermined her position as a vice-principal. “For fuck’s sake,” Cassie said to her phone.

He simply removed his jacket and wrapped my body with it, covering my chest from any further humiliation. The fabric was and the smell was comforting—it was a mix of something rich and manly. I opened my mouth to speak when the door burst open. The air in the cafeteria became heavy as I watched Xavier storm towards us and Cassie went pale. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Xavier asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Xavier, I-I… was… I,” Casie stuttered. “You’re pathetic and you find joy in mocking another person?” His gray eyes locked onto hers with undiluted anger.