Novel & Cerita Nesta And Cassian

Cassandra looked at what she herself was wearing and was glad she had worn a body suit too with a gun strap around her waist. The sound of someone approaching made Nuella turn and saw that Cassandra was finally here. “Good you made it” Nuella said to her “Well, we have to finish this once and for all” Cassandra replied A few meters away in an underground base, inside was Romulo, Israel and Matthew with other men. They were watching cassandra and Nuella through a monitor. They had cameras around the woods and even at the express which was how they knew that cassandra had arrived. They had men stationed around where Nuella was with cassandra.

Her look promised swift, merciless retribution if I so much as said a word to contradict her. "I can't believe this." Cassian shook his head angrily, shoved his fingers through his perfect curls. He aimed a kick at one of the potted plants. Then he glared at me, as though wishing I was the plant. "I can't bloody believe this," he repeated. "How can I have two mates? Isn't that supposed to be rare? And then not only do I get to experience this rare phenomenon, but the other one who's supposed to be my mate happens to be a goddamn maid?" He let out a bitter laugh. "The moon goddess must be playing some sort

My mother at the ninth station from the bottom. Cassian and Kael on the line too, an argument I wasn't present for and lost anyway. Cassian's case, as it came back to me, was that there is nothing in the mechanic about being a woman, there is only something in it about having a set of lungs the Pale cannot open, and that he and Kael are the only two men in the north who qualify, and that he had not walked nine winters of that country in order to stand on a step and hold a stick. Nesta on the lowest station of all, on ring nineteen, because there is no argument that works on Nesta.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the chair. “Fine. Cassian is an Alpha from Nocturne City. He's the son of George Vale's former rival, and he's currently married to Celeste Roosevelt.” There was silence on the other end. I continued telling him the general things I knew about Cassian, from his relationship with me to his family and everything surrounding our failed marriage. Elias listened without interrupting once. When I finally stopped talking, he sighed. “That's all?” My brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”

"I killed your son's driver. I nearly killed your son. I would have killed you, too, if Cassian hadn't interfered." "Then why am I still alive?" "Because you're useful. Because Cassian loves you. And because I need him to suffer before I destroy him completely." Clara's blood ran cold. "You're insane." "Perhaps. But I'm also winning." Cassian's team moved through the trees like shadows. Nathaniel led the way, his movements silent and precise. Behind him came a dozen operatives, their weapons drawn, their faces grim. Cassian was among them, despite Nathaniel's protests.

Nero’s boots pounded against the carpet as he stormed out of the hallway, the echo of the neighbor’s words still searing his mind like a brand. Lila, marrying *Cassian Magnus*. The heir of the Magnus empire, same empire he was once the heir off. The name alone was venom on his tongue, conjuring the memory of that night—Cassian’s laugh as they tortured and then burnt his mother alive, the same evil laugh he laughed as they tore his sister away to God knows where. Even Lila’s trembling form, Cassian’s smug leer, the crack of the lantern against the man’s head.

he threatens. "No thanks. That's all in the past and I'm sorry for the problems I caused. She's all yours" Cass says. It's heartwarming to hear the brothers talking like this. I wonder how they'll be in the morning. I would have agreed to this without blackmail if I knew it would have this effect. Constantine chuckles and soothingly pets my hair, asking, "So what now? Do you really think she can handle our world?" "Yes," Cass responds, with resounding confidence. "You don't know her like I do. What just happened was amazing, but only one side of her. She's intelligent and intuitive. She's become a partner to me in more than just the bedroom."

“I directed some teams…and got the movie done in a month. Prague is beautiful though…I must say.” Everyone looked at me. Dorian raised a brow. “You remember that?” “I—yes. You told me.” I prayed the candlelight hid my blush. Kael’s fingers paused, then it moved higher. Just enough to part my thighs a fraction. I pressed my knees together, but it was too late. His middle finger traced the edge of my lace panties, teasing, not pushing inside. Yet. “Cassia’s got a memory like a steel trap,” Dorian bragged. “She forgets nothing.”

he said when the other end picked up. There was a pause. “It’ll be messy.” Julian smiled coldly. “Then make it glorious.” He ended the call, his eyes still fixed on the screen. “I’ll see you at the gala, darling.” Back at the penthouse, Cassian stood by the window, arms crossed as the city stretched before him like a chessboard. He heard his phone buzz again. Cassian picked it up and blinked at the name. Preston. He considered ignoring it. Instead, he answered.

Raven's smile tightened but she backed off, taking a seat across from where Cassian gestured for me to sit. "Sophia," Cassian said, his eyes never leaving mine. "This is Cristian, my brother. And Dante, my business partner." The younger man, Cristian, nodded curtly. His eyes raked over me with open suspicion. Dante smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "A pleasure to meet you, Sophia.” I settled into my chair, ignoring Raven's eyes burning into me from across the table. I shook Cristian’s hand and then Dante. “Nice to meet you two. I didn't know Cassian had any friends, or even a brother.”