Little Cassie Novels & Stories

him again. My name is Cassandra, though I am more commonly known as Cassie. I am 16, and will be 17 tomorrow, I’m 5’5” tall, with long brown hair that reaches my waist and chocolate brown coloured eyes, and I am currently severely underweight though I wasn’t always underweight, I used to be toned, athletic even, though I wasn't in the training programme, but when Alpha Sven and Luna Lily left the pack 6 months ago, to tend to the pack’s businesses, everything changed for me.

Oliver looked a lot like our mom too but I take after my dad. I let the tears fall off my face and I wanted to reach out to her but I couldn't I couldn't touch her I couldn't let her touch me so I reverted back to the window. "I know you're in there. I know you are there; you have to fight for me, Cassi. Please fight for me and come back; I need you. We need you" Her words hurt. I'm not in here anymore I don't know where the Casey they knew is anymore. Probably still in Africa. Maybe she died when her brother and bestfriend did.

Tristan said, voice brimming with excitement. Genevieve frowned slightly. “Your mother? Who are you talking about?” The young woman beside her mirrored the confusion, but Cassie rose, walking toward them with effortless composure. “Hi, I’m Cassie,” she said smoothly, the words rolling off her tongue as if rehearsed countless times. “Frank’s girlfriend, and Tristan’s legal mother.” The introduction hung in the air, precise and deliberate. Tristan’s face lit up with approval. “Grandma, you should know her. She’s amazing.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m fine, Mom.” I smiled—really smiled this time. Before I could respond, a familiar voice cut in—loud, impossible to ignore. “Why are you two hiding out here instead of dancing?” Cassie. I turned just in time to see her strutting toward us like she owned the place. She was wearing tight short shirt that hugged her perfectly, paired with a crop top that showed just enough skin to turn heads as she walked past. And judging by the way a few guys openly stared, it was working.

“All of them.” Without hesitation, Cassie reached for the hem of her silky top and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfect, high and round with pale pink nipples that were already pebbled tight, either from the cool air or from the thrill of the danger. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and let it pool at her feet, then stepped out of it. She was left in only a pair of sheer, black lace panties. “Those too,” Hugo breathed.

“Do you think that chick across the hall would let me borrow one?” It took me a few seconds to realise he was speaking about Madge. “Hey, that's not nice,” I chided, smacking him on the arm. “What?” He asked, rubbing the spot I'd hit him. “I saw her wear one just the other day!” I didn't comment further on the girl's rather scary wardrobe choices. It's not like I'm a fashionista myself. Cassie came into the room, chewing on a piece of licorice and dancing about in a pair of extremely short pyjama pants, the earphones in her ears blasting some song I couldn't recognise. Her eyes locked with Enzo's and she froze in her tracks.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I just wanted to ask you two if it is alright you guys come over tomorrow. I know that a lot is going on right now and you guys are on medication and ..." "It's alright," said Cassie cutting me off with a smile on her face. She had changed so much in so little time. "We will come over tomorrow. I have realized taht there is something going on that is bigger than all of us. Jassie and..." I raisedban eyebrow and smirked at Jasper. "Jassie?" Cassie blushed and Jasper smiled at me. "I don't know about you but I kind of like that name," he said sweetly. "Cassie and Cassie has a nice ring to it."

The character then began to slowly raise his head, his face coming into focus. Cassie had hardly had the time to see his face when he suddenly whizzed past her before standing right behind her. "Is this still part of the script?" Cassie whispered again. She had been really great in drama class back in high school—the best of the best in fact—her teacher complementing her by regarding her as having raw talent. Her mind had slightly shuffled back to school, almost recalling that she had just grad—

I then sat back in my chair and zone out into my own thoughts, there was no way that I was going to sit there and listen to miss prissy pants, Amber, ramble on. *** Cassie was a beautiful and kind girl. She had stunning blue eyes and long, wavy, light blonde hair. She had this cute little freckle on her nose too. Her twin sister Jessie's facial features looked almost exactly the same as Cassie's, except that she had green eyes and even lighter blonde hair. They used to be stuck together like glue when they were little. They never went anywhere without one another. They even used to dress the same, it was really cute, but that all changed when we were thirteen.

“That's a nice name.” “Thanks. What's your name?” “Cassidy. But everyone calls me Cassie.” She shrugged. “I actually like being Cassie better than Cassidy. Cassidy sounds like I'm a cowboy. Like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.” She looked up at him with big eyes. “You probably get that a lot too. Not the butch part. Just the cowboy part.” “If I had a dollar for every time someone said, 'like the cowboy,' I'd be a millionaire.”