Nesta And Cassian Novels & Stories

“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.”

Yeah I should talk to him, maybe he just won't let me know about annulment. Andrei arrived just in time with his friend. "Sorry it took so long" my husband apologized. "It's okay" I said. "Maybe you already know my companion but for formality let me introduce my friend, Daevon Castanio, Daevon here's my wife Cassandra and her friend Ayesha." Daevon immediately offered his hand so I was about to shake it but Andrei avoided my hand. I heard Daevon smirked before he transferred to my friend. "Nice to see you again miss" and then he smiled.

I rubbed our cheeks together shyly. She patted my head and murmured something I couldn’t hear and excused herself. I held a small basket and tongs and scoured the baked heaven. Cassius stood behind my back. His heat warmed me. He lowered his head and whispered into my ear. “Choose whatever you want cervus or just take all of it.” I bit my lower lip and then worried it. Yeah, I think I will take one of everything. There are some new things here I want to try.

05 Neil: "How did the presentation go?" 12.07 Cass: "It went well, but I want to tell Isaac first." 12.07 Neil: "Don't you mean you wanna fuck first? My dick is hard, and I know you're wet you dirty slut. I need to breed you again" 12.15 Neil: "Maybe after?" 12.16 Cass: "Wait your turn, you impatient man" 12.16 Cass: "Besides, we can't do that again. We need to be more careful"

The room was dark, a dim light casting a soft glow. The scent of sandalwood mixed with something else, something I couldn't place my finger on, filled the air. It was sweet and masculine, addictive. “Natalia," Cassian spoke, his hard gaze fixed on me. "We can both agree this is an unfortunate situation." I scoffed, glaring daggers at him. "But like I said, I'll be honouring the moon goddess. So you have no choice but to comply." He continued.

Her voice steadied as she continued, “But we need to know who’s attending and why.” Rae offered a list, each name more familiar and ominous than the last: a former Eden propagandist now positioning as reformist, an old regulator insisting they can serve a new system, Cassian’s former executive secretary rumored to harbor resentment. Cassian’s eyes landed on one: Nella, Cassian’s childhood nemesis once fiercely loyal to his father. “She’s first to RSVP.” Aria’s gaze remained kind but firm. “We invite her here.” Cassian stared. Then blinked. Then asked, disbelief etched in his voice: “Here?”

“Well, since Nolan is about to explode like a pregnant volcano, I will excuse myself.” “Cassian,” Nolan warned. “Relax,” Cassian said, waving a dismissive hand. “Kyra asked for a deal. I gave her something better in return. Don’t work yourself into an aneurysm.” Nolan narrowed his eyes. “What kind of deal?” Cassian smirked. “Partnership.” Nolan blinked. “Partnership with…?” “You,” I and Cassian said at the same time. Nolan’s jaw dropped. “Me?! What did you promise her?!”

That’s our girl. But let’s be clear—if Cassian keeps pushing, he’s going to find out that quiet elegance doesn’t mean weakness. Are you Team “Nirelle is rising” or Team “Cassian needs therapy and a restraining order”? Let me know in the comments. Or else I’ll throw YOU a garden party with 50 fake friends and Yvette doing your makeup. With fierce love and spiked lemonade, Your ever-plotting author.