Novel & Cerita Kassidi Gallagher

Ryder is behind them both with a man I have never seen before. I wipe my eyes and stand when Alessa engulfs me in a hug. “It’s ok, your momma is super strong, she will pull through this.” her words should soothe me but they don’t. I pull away and wipe my eyes with the heel of my hand. I look at Cassandria and she is stunning. She is tall, elegant, with long black hair and the bluest eyes that even rival Ryder’s. She has olive skin, her complexion is enchanting. But underneath those kind eyes is a stone-cold killer.

“She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.” “Why now?” Lysandra asked cautiously. “Because,” I said, walking back to my chair and sitting down slowly, “when a stranger tries to break you, you fight. You scream. You claw your way to freedom.” I held up the photo. “But when blood turns on you, when your own sister is the one with the dagger… you hesitate. You don’t scream. You break from the inside.” I said calmly. “And there is nothing better to break a woman than her own sister. Her blood. If she had ma

He had jet-black hair, dark honey brown eyes framed by thick brows which lifted in question the moment he spotted me. The second was a girl seated by the couch, shuffling a deck of cards. She looked young, maybe even a year or two younger than I was, but when she’d looked up at me, her ancient grey eyes had me doubting my guess. She was beautiful, the type of beauty that takes a moment to take in. “This is my beta, Gideon,” Cassian motioned to the man with jetblack hair, “And my gamma, Katalier.” “Your… gamma?” I repeated, staring in utter surprise at the girl with ancient grey eyes. I’d never ever seen a female gamma before—ever.

The goddess answered the former, she didn't show up for dinner and this morning I was at the training ground, I didn't know that she would appear there because I didn't think she was among those being trained only for me to see her walked into the training ground, she was looking super hot and her abdomen was a bit exposed, 'goddess, she is perfect,' I thought to myself, I was about to walk to her when I noticed she was searching for someone and then a male appear behind, I have no idea, what he whispered to her but she loves it and she gave out a peal of laughter, her laughter was like music to me. I was still wondering what they were discussing when a young lady approached me. "hey handsom

After the Voss name…not me. Selene Voss – Manipulative. Envious. Played the long game. Mr. Hanover – Ally. Must meet discreetly. Nanny Agnes – Loyal. Must bring her in soon. Cassian Vale – ??? She paused. Cassian Vale. The ghost of his name on the page sent a strange ripple through her. In her first life, she had barely known him—just whispers of a rival to Damien, a silent presence in a dark suit at formal events. But she remembered him from after everything fell apart. When no one else showed up at her hearing, when the world painted her as mad and violent, it was Cassian who had spoken for her in court. He hadn’t won. But he’d tried.

My entire world narrowed down to the sight of her shivering, tied to a chair with a web of red wiring and pulsing detonators. “Kristine!” Standing beside her was that damned woman that caused this terrible mess and an incredible amount of stress to me. Kieran smirked, almost thrilled, “Alright. Show me who the fuck was that–” “Zayne…!” “You…!?” What. The. Fuck? It was… Cassandra. Huh? When did this non-existent piece get such bravery and tactical knowledge? How the fuck did that happen? But, she was wearing the sparrow crest. It had to be her.

"My name is Pandora. And I'm here to assist you in burning the Ashcrofts to ashes." The line cuts off. I sit there, my heart racing. "Who in the world is Pandora?" I whisper. Kade voiced out, barely a whisper. "The first wife." Cassian's body tenses. "That is impossible. She is dead." Kade shakes his head. "You really believe Larsson buried just one secret?" And in an instant— The whole war became personal.

"I've been texting everyone from the shelter. Nobody's seen Kayla since this morning." "Kayla?" Rick stepped forward, detective instincts engaged. "Another half-Fae girl," Dex explained, his hair shifting to worried violet. "She doesn't stay at the shelter full-time, but she comes for meals sometimes. She's older, like nineteen maybe." Casie and her mates exchanged concerned glances. "Do you have a photo?" Maya nodded, pulling up an image on her phone – a striking young woman with copper-colored hair similar to Lily's, but with eyes so vividly green they almost seemed to glow. There was an unmistakable resemblance to their first victim.