Little Cassie Novels & Stories

Claw said with a half-smirk painted onto his face. Cassie grinned, looking down at the table as she chomped. “I’m a vice-principal at a adjacent tall school, Candlewood,” she said. “I spend a part of time attempting to re- coordinate kids onto the right path.” “And how is that going?” Claw asked. Cassie flickered. It was something she hadn’t thought approximately. Any life past the modest universe of the office where they had illustriously fucked appeared like a far-off memory.

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

If you go to a place like that, I will tell Aunt Jiang! Cassie has black hair. How can this little girl look soft and weak at ordinary times, and be so car-scrapping at critical times? 'Tell me what?' A gentle voice came from behind, and all three of them froze.

POV CASSANDRA "I... my name is Cassie, the new maid of the palace. I just wanted to know if you need anything else..."** — My words came out in stutters, laden with nervousness, as my heart raced so loudly that I could almost hear it.

The ever changing strobe lights cast ethereal glow on her golden brown skin. Cassie smiled as her best friend enveloped her in a warm hug, ignoring how the sequins on her friend’s outfit scratched her skin. “How are my babies?” She yelled over the music. Despite the fact that the two of them were almost eleven years old, Isabel still liked to refer to Lily and Aaron as ‘her babies’. Cassie shot her a sweet smile. “They’re alright. If I know them well, they are probably watching some cheesy animated movie on N*****x. Thank you once again for giving us those passwords.”

I scratched at the logo on the joggers absentmindedly. "Really? For real? You wanna come back? Just now we're moving to a tiny apartment?” My heart fell. Were things that worse for us? I heard a smack him in the background and he yelped. “Stop being insensitive." That was Cassie. She was thirteen. Funnily, she was somewhat bigger than I am and we looked so much alike, most people often thought we were twins. Whenever the three of us were together, people literally thought we were triplets. Or they'd assume me to be the youngest.

I walk over to the table. “Can I help,” I ask. One of the witches turns and smiles at me. “Of course Alpha Simon.” She says warmly, “my name is Cassandra but everyone calls me Cas.” Her hair is cherry red against her ivory skin. Her eyes are green like the color of algae. She is maybe sixteen. She point to her friend. “This is Cilie she doesn’t talk much,” The girl lifts her head and smiles at me. Shock runs through my body. She has a scar going down the side of her face. She is only about nine, maybe ten. Who did that to her?

Cassie asked lightly, her smile poised and graceful. ****tbc****

“When don’t I ever behave myself?” Juno arched a brow. “Do you want me to start a list?” Cassie grinned. “You couldn’t finish it.” Cassie finally got out of the car, stretching her arms like she’d been trapped for hours. “Mom, how do I look?” she asked, spinning once. She wore a short lavender dress with tiny silver beads that shimmered under the evening light. Her curls were pinned up with little clips that looked like stars, and she had on white sandals. “Too much?” she asked, biting her lip.

“They are literally falling into our hands…wait! That means John Myles is headed our way too!” “I know!” I say, already preplanning in my head. “We are going to find a way to get him to stop his car. I want to deal with him before the boys get the option.” She quickly glances over at me sliding my hand into my purse. “What are your plans, Cassie?” “I have a gun,” I say with a wide smile. She quickly takes her foot off the gas, her eyes turning to me as they widen. “You are not about to shoot him! Let Devin do any of that stuff, he’s the billionaire. He has a better chance of getting away with it.”