Nesta And Cassian Novels & Stories

“We can’t afford another witness against us.” Cassius stood abruptly, jaw tight. I rose too, smoothing invisible wrinkles from my outfit as we left the dining hall together. The East wing hallway felt colder. Quieter. By the time we reached Cassius’s room and the door slammed shut behind us, the tension had thickened into something almost suffocating. Cassius ran a hand through his hair. “Mother, with the way that Naya is attached to Zane’s hip, we may not find enough time to eliminate her before the competition.”

She looked down at the seamless wall of iron with a cold, absolute indifference. "You traveled across the black water looking for an unformed vessel, Cassian," Natalia said, her voice dropping into a low, vibrating frequency that made the rusted iron pikes in the earth begin to hum in resonance. "You spent twenty years funding cowards and hiding behind contracts because you feared what my mother carried in her veins. Now look at me. Am I the child you expected?" Cassian stepped out from beneath the shield wall, his crimson coat striking against the dark stone. He looked up at her, his black eyes flaring with a sudden, intense hunger that completely stripped away his aristocratic refinement.

Cassian's voice does nothing to mask his discomfort. “This is Nina, my…” Stepsister? “Assistant.” Nyla’s stare flickers between us, I realize that we're standing too close. Hell, Cassian's hand still rests firmly on my back. Great. “Nina, this is—” “Nyla. Your stylist. You told me already” “Did I mention that she owns this place?” Cassian waves a hand, and I catch the flush of pride on her caramel face. She's her own person now. Her own boss.

Zara’s POV I let out a low sigh. “Be honest with me, what kind of man is Cassian, really?” She hesitated. “He’s ambitious… and good looking,” she said carefully, as though choosing her words with precision. “Nana,” I pressed, leaning forward, “be honest.” Her lips tightened. “The last time I was honest with you, you nearly got me fired,” she said, a forced smile flickering across her face. I gave a small smile. “I’m sorry about that, Nana. That won’t happen this time. I need to know the truth before I get my memory back.”

Moore / Calder — 1 Beneath it: Vire / Talbot — 2 Nyx stood beneath the display, staring up at it. Footsteps echoed behind her. Cassian. She didn’t need to turn. “You’re making this very entertaining,” he said. Nyx folded her arms. “Competition is healthy.” Cassian stepped beside her, hands in his pockets. “Is that what this is?” “What else would it be?”

Nyra stared at him. “What?” “I remember drinking.” “I remember reading reports.” “I remember Virelle entering.” His face tightened. “After that…” He shook his head. “Nothing.” Nyra searched his face. “You expect me to believe that?” “I expect you to know me.” She looked away again. “I don’t know anyone anymore.” Silence returned and outside, rain began falling and the sound filled the room. Cassian reached into his pocket and he slowly placed the Moonfang necklace on the table beside her.

he said and slapped her ass again. Elara straightened as best as she could, holding her breasts in both hands. “Do you love my tits, Cassian?” she asked sultrily. Cassian’s hands covered hers, plucking at the nipple. She moaned. “They are a perfect pair of tits.” Elara’s blue eyes vanished, replaced with Anika’s brown eyes. “Lie down,” Anika said. Cassian pulled out and lay back on the grass. Anika sat right on his cock. Cassian nearly came on the spot.

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

Only Titus could, so I shrugged and went ahead with the cake in my hand. The loud banging and the sounds of moaning got louder as I got closer but I refused to assume so I took the keys out and unlocked the door to the worst image I'd ever seen. On our bed, my pink duvet was Titus and my step-sister Raina stark naked. The moans were from Raina while the groans were from Titus. My legs wobbled and the cake in my hand fell to the floor unapologetically, it's loud sound doing nothing to bring me out of the trance I'd fallen into.

Chaos is the another name for Natalia Taylor.Seriously,I mean can this day be bad anymore?Firstly the cake tasting schedule went all wrong.I still have cream on my ear folds.Gross! Antonio wanted pineapple icing while Mark pleaded chocolate.To top it Zita demanded 3 tier cake.I mean whose wedding it is?They soon started throwing cake at each other making a huge mess.Mortification wasn't a word to define my condition.I was closed off pissed.Thankfully Etienne was not subjected to my crazy family fiasco.He was out of town for God knows what surprise he is planning on the wedding day.