Little Cassie Novels & Stories

She needed to focus. Cassie spun around, stomach first on the ground, and lifted herself up like she was doing a push-up, sticking her ass directly in front of Tony's face. She was maybe four inches away from his face and he could smell her body. She smelled like lavender and hormones. For the first time, he wondered if she was aroused or just a really good actress. In her line of work, it could be either. Cassie stood up straight and bent over to touch her toes. As the second chorus started, she slipped her thumbs in the side of her panties the way she did her jeans earlier. Slowly, she lowered them. In an instant, they were gone.

Months passed, and she’s still so small… she doesn’t even look six years old. “Hi, Cassie.” I lower myself to her height, hugging my knees. “Thanks for coming with your Mommy! Do you like the beach?” Cassie’s big brown eyes sparkle from looking around, and she nods intensely, barely able to contain her excitement. She’s so young and so well-behaved.

She pulled away just as a group of cheerleaders rounded the corner, leaving me slumped against the wall, towel barely holding on, pussy throbbing and dripping down my thighs. I spent the rest of the day in a daze, changing into my baggiest hoodie and leggings for “cover,” but underneath? My panties were soaked through just thinking about it. Cassie’s house was huge, all modern lines and big windows, the kind of place that screamed money. I knocked timidly, snacks clutched in my arms. The door swung open, and there she was, Cassie in tiny denim shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin and a crop top that showed off her toned stomach, nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“I’m not exactly a catch. I’m messy. I curse like a sailor. I don’t give a s—t about designer clothes or makeup. I excelled at science in high school and I just graduated from college with a degree in psychology.” “I’m sorry –which of those things are supposed to make you a bad catch? I suppose not everyone is into girls who curse like a sailor, but everything else you said… You are beautiful, smart, and easy to talk to. I can’t imagine ----” Suddenly, Cassie started screaming in pain. She slid to the floor, holding her heart with tears running down her eyes. “Oh, Goddess! Make it stop! Make it stop!!!!”

But put me in a cafeteria full of chatting employees, and suddenly I forgot how chairs worked. I grabbed a tray, chose food I barely looked at, and carried it to an empty corner table. Fine, I told myself. Observe first. Socialize later. Maybe tomorrow. I had barely taken two bites when a cheerful voice appeared beside me. “Is this seat taken?” I looked up. Cassie stood there, holding a tray overloaded with fries and juice. Today she wore a bright yellow cardigan over a white top, the colour making her copper-red hair glow. Freckles dusted across her shoulders and collarbone like scattered paint. She looked like sunshine made human.

To get things off their chest and fix things before they got too sour. The second River turns the key in the door, it flies open revealing Cassie Malacca, a stunning Samoan with long, wavy black hair. “River, hi.” She greets with a lack of enthusiasm, but even with that expression she has an enviable beauty. River forces a smile, but Cassie doesn’t return it. “Why are you here?” He questions, standing on his toes to look inside the apartment. Instead of answering, she peers at him as if intimidated by his very existence.

Said Cassie, raising her head from looking at Damian’s face from the paper, to look at the Headmistress, cutting her short. Cassie turns her head to the left, her body still facing Amira, the Headmistress, “If this Ricci has a child..” hesitated Cassie, “Then that child needs protection.” Said Cassie, looking at Amira straight to her eyes. And if I learn the truth of what really happened that day… the better thought Cassie. The next day Cassie was walking down the stairs with the luggage she had packed late at night. She was wearing her nanny uniform and her long red-hair in a bun.

One of the senior staffs spoke, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Here is Miss. Cassie, the company's new assistant director." Everyone immediately clapped and cheered for her. Her cloth looked very expensive and her light make up was excellent. She looked so glorified that her beauty radiates the eyes of the male staffs. But unlike other staffs, Brigitta was extremely shocked to see the new assistant director. Cassie? Cassie was her ex bestfriend. The one who alongside her stepsister had threesome with her ex-husband.

These were not human men at all! As I stumbled and fell try to pull myself free of the chains, the harder the men laughed, they seemed to enjoy my fear and panic. “Fellow werewolves! The gorgeous beauty you see before you is the most entertaining play toy you would ever find!” The announcer said, It was my turn to be sold. “She is the young and sweet Cassie, she is only 18 years old and most importantly…. she’s still a virgin!” The room immediately filled up with loud howls and lust filled jeers.

A younger replica of the woman is standing beside her, sipping from her champagne before throwing a small smile my way. Denjiel slightly loosens his grip on me and steps forwards. "Madre, padre." Denjiel says to the smiling couple standing before us. "This is Kasey, my girlfriend." Denjiel looks at me and I instantly calm down as I see the love shining in his eyes. "Kasey, this is my mother, Fenna Castellano. My father Ricardo Castellano and my sister Carella."