Kassidi Gallagher Novels & Stories

The crying had disturbed one who had been weaned and raised on the notion that weakness was to be shown only to close family, if ever. And now she was sitting close to the fireplace, a blanket round her and a warm mug of wine clasped in her small hands. “I’m searching for my sister,” she said. “They said she had been taken across the border. I’ve never been this far south before.” “What’s your name, girl?” Drago asked, holding up his hand when he saw that Xander was about to speak. “Cassie,” she said. “That is, Princess Cassandra of Alba. And if you ever come across Adam Campbell, tell him I hate him and I wouldn’t marry him now if he were the last person in the land.”

I said and showed her my thumb. “It may look like a superficial wound, but we have to cleanse that or it might get worse. Come, sit here, hun.” She patted the empty chair in front of her desk and I sat there obediently while she tended my wound. “So, I believe you are the niece of the headmistress?” “Um, yeah. My name's Cassidy, by the way,” I said, feeling a bit awkward. It seemed like everybody knew about me. News does travel fast in this school I guessed.

“It’s really incredible to see.” “We’re incredibly easy to like,” Lizzy replied, tossing her dirty blonde hair over her shoulder. Everyone laughed. “Too true,” Alpha Ledger said. “This is Cassidy, also part of New Dawn,” Lizzy said, turning to the girl sitting next to her. “Hi,” Cassidy said. She had auburn hair and dark brown eyes. I recognized her from school, though she looked healthier, more grown up and confident since the last time I had seen her. I was pretty sure she hadn’t been a member of New Dawn back then, which meant she was probably another refugee.

The walls were adorned with photographs capturing moments of joy, featuring Black alongside his loved ones—his family, Killian , and even a perplexing image of him with an unfamiliar, breathtaking woman. This mysterious lady possessed vibrant, fiery red hair that cascaded around her shoulders, complementing her entrancing green eyes. She exuded an air of regal elegance, resembling a princess as resplendent as Ginni . Her flawless, porcelain complexion accentuated the radiance of her red locks.

AUTHOR'S POV At the Ridgewood Pack [Screaming] [Moaning] [More Moaning] Cassandra Maximoff, Calista's elder sister, was letting out some high-pitched moans at the Alpha’s Chambers. She was romped up in a steamy session with her dear lover, Zora. Cassandra was doing her thing on the top of Zora’s stiff rod; she was riding him with all her strength, but she unintentionally fell on Zora’s broad chest, after he released his seeds inside of her.

Annaida Davenport, the international model crowned Miss Global Elegance, was about to speak. Annaida had prepared herself with meticulous care. She had chosen a gown that shimmered like liquid silver, her hair styled into waves that framed her face with effortless perfection. Every detail was calculated — the shade of her lipstick, the subtle sparkle of her earrings, the way her heels clicked against the marble floor. She wanted the world to see her not just as a star, but as a woman worthy of Damon Knight.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Luka asked me, cutting Katie's sentence, and I nodded unsure if my voice was clear or would sound like a croaking frog. Mr Daven hadn’t sat back down, he was standing by the desk with his jaw slightly gaped open. Katie slowly turned to me, her face had gone pale with so many expressions that I almost felt sorry for her… almost. “You.” She spoke quietly. “Cassie Hale, a wolfless omega… all three of them chose you?” “Katie.” Caspian’s voice was low with a warning tone. Biting her lip, she grabbed her bag from the floor beside the chair, tucked it over her shoulder, and walked out the door quietly.

Even beyond not sharing the same bloodline, the two had completely opposite personalities and demeanors. Without another word, I continued to apply the salve to Asher’s wrist, and as the minutes passed by, I realized Kane was studying me. I could sense his gaze immediately and heat rose to my cheeks. “Have we met, healer?” he asked finally. “You look familiar.” I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise. “No, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure, my Lord,” I replied politely despite the rapidness of my heartbeat. “My name is Cassandra Keller. I just arrived recently from the Wild Crawler Pack.”

Diva nodded once and vanished back into the club. Beside me, I heard Adrian let out a shaking breath. Ella had gone very still. Killian leaned in, his chest brushing my shoulder. "This cousin of yours is a gangster," he whispered. "Nothing is hotter than a woman who can order a hit and a round of drinks in the same breath. You should take notes, Daisy." Never. It could never be me. "I think I'll stick to writing books," I muttered. Queen turned back to us, the "Boss Lady" mask softening. "Daisy, Ella, you look like you're at a funeral." She snapped her fingers at a man standing near the curtain. "Get me, Dante. Jaz."