Neal Cassidy Novels & Stories

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

We left early this morning before she came over. I know it makes me a cowardly of me for how I did it but she made herself clear that this isn’t what she wanted. Max whimpers and whines as we get further and further away from her. But I shove him to the back of my mind. The last thing I need is him making me feel worse than I already do. There was another rogue attack while I was gone but my men told me it was the same ones that killed that young girl, they have one in custody and hopefully they will spill whatever they know about these attacks. I know what you are thinking. I should have fought for her. well this isn't one of those kinds of stories. Leaning back in my seat, I really need

I smiled and nodded. "You're not going to Nebraska for Alpha Drame?" Tate asked quizzically. Frances shook her head slowly. "Uh- no. He got what he needed from someone else," she said almost mischievously. Tate shook his head, letting out a breathy chuckle. "I don't even want to know," he breathed out. I looked between the two, knowing there's some sort of inside joke, but I left it alone and finished my lunch quietly, trying to get overly distracted by my mate's fingers continually rubbing tended circles in my palm.

She stopped abruptly, her gaze fixed on a weathered wooden sign hanging above a dimly lit tavern. “The Rusty Nail,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. The Rusty Nail. A notorious gambling den, a place where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye. Dread coiled around my heart. This wasn’t the Annalisa I knew, the one who wouldn’t touch a deck of cards with a ten-foot pole.

Cass laughed, wiping cum from her face and putting it into her mouth. Neil's eyes practically bulged at her nasty actions. What had he done to Cass? She was so different from the time he spied her in my office. She was a cute bioengineer student when they met. Now she was on her knees on the asphalt of some desolate parking lot, savoring his cum like it was cotton candy. "Aren't you glad we're finally fucking?" Neil asked. He was as blunt with Cass as Cass was with me. Maybe it was a trickling down kind of thing...

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.

She does not know but her fake big eyelashes look like a moth is fluttering its ugly wings. "Huh, fuck off!" I roll my eyes again and get her trembling in fury before me. She comes to yell at me when Mr. Taylor's interruption from inside gets us silent all of a sudden. I stiffen in my place and Nicole sniggers, palming her mouth and showing her manicured hand and long witch-like black painted nails. "All the best, Ms. Dawson," she waves her hand, still fluttering her eyelashes. I ignore that sickening look and go to the door.

Suddenly, my face was inches from hers. I could smell her perfume. I could see every detail in her eyes. And annoyingly, memories from last night immediately crashed into my head. “What the hell are you doing?!” Cassia snapped, rushing toward us. Nyelle didn't even look at her. Not once. Instead, she calmly pulled out her phone with one hand while still holding my tie with the other. Then she typed something.A few seconds later, she lifted the screen. “I'm just making sure my man looks presentable.”

"I need you to distract Darius tonight so I can ask him." I watch through the crack in the toilet door as Selena Wilkins fluffs her horrible hair and makes her stupid lips look gross and sticky with her lip gloss. What sort of thirteen year old needs lip gloss? And high heels, they're totally impractical for anything, we live on the Moors for Goddess' sake! Not that I'm being petty or anything because for the last few minutes she's been talking about how hot Coal is and how she is going to make him her boyfriend.