Nesta Cassian Azriel Novels & Stories

Azrael denied, she can’t explain how she knew the kid because she forgot how. “That’s not a kid, he’s 27.” Nae said while pointing at the paper Azrael was holding. Azrael studied his info and Nae’s right. His photo is definitely a recent one, “He ages like a fine wine.” Azrael blurted out while forming speculations in her head.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

Azrael whispered into my ear. My trembling lips parted and slammed shut with no meaningful words coming out of my mouth. The only thing I could feel was Cassian's warm tongue flickering in and out of my dripping pussy and the liquid that dropped down my thighs. “See?” Azrael whispered, gripping my ass hard while rubbing his bulge against me. “You can't even stop us,” he whispered, and my heart dropped. I panted, fighting with the anger and the disgusting desire. Cassian got up, his lips, which were smeared with my juices, slanted to the side.

"You're... the AI?" Seeing my dumbfounded look, his chest rumbled with a low chuckle. Undisguised indulgence rippled in his dark eyes. He nodded frankly. Then, he held out his right hand. A black onyx pinky ring rested on his long finger. A symbol of absolute power. "Let's officially meet, Aria." His tone was casual, but it carried the crushing weight of an apex predator. "Cassius. Cassius Castellano." Castellano.

was all she said and leaned back against she sink. “They call themselves the triad” Azreal declared as the glasses clinked against each other in the cabinet before he turned and strode back to the table, but instead of sitting in the chair he simply leaned against the table top, “I will leave the rest of the questions I can see whirling around in that head to the assassin” Azreal chuckled and then his head rose slightly as he looked upward toward the sky and Mj smiled to herself as images of Dante’s intense yet beautiful face flashed across her mind.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

We sat on the sofa while the men prepared what we could snack on. I just winced as I watched them go to the kitchen together earlier. Who would have thought that these other men would take care of us? "So Saviel is your original surname?" Ayesha's introduction. "Hmm. Azaia Fritzi Montesor Saviel" I mention my full name. They both stared after that. "Wow. You are indeed rich" Cassandra mumbled. I can't blame him. The surnames Montesor and Saviel are known in the business world.

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?”

A sign that Azrael can leave. While driving he thought of saying hello to his girlfriend. Akira Cruz, a bank teller assigned to Makati. Unbeknownst to Akira, Azrael is a Product supervisor in a company in Taguig so Azrael always has an out-of-town walk. He had no idea that Azrael was a feared assassin. “Babe, where are you? Can I see you?" “Of course, babe. I'm already at home, did you just come home? Maybe you're tired,” Akira replied quickly.

I am aware and I know it. “Nobody sent me and I am your doctor. I am Doctor Castelo, your psychiatrist” She answered again. Same lies that she wants me to believe. I laughed at her and looked away. I don’t know what to say to her anymore. She is consistent with her lies. I look at her and look at the nurses who are standing behind her. It seems that they are waiting for her command. She keeps on telling me the same thing all over so that she will look like telling the truth. Her strategy of winning the battle, in case it is not yet over, is dirty.