Novel & Cerita Nesta X Cassian

The typing bubble appeared instantly. Corren: Fine. Let’s do it. I'm NYX. Cassienne exhaled softly, then typed again. Cassienne: Going online now. I’m signing in as OBSIDIAN_13. Register that. Send. She switched chats, returning to Dreston’s message. His status dot was still green. Cassienne: Let’s do it. Logging in as OBSIDIAN_13. The reply came almost immediately. Dreston: Finally. I’m logging in with Ralph.

Nathan began to speak. "You don’t speak while I do, you worthless piece of shit," Cassius cut in, and Nathan felt a pang of anger. He couldn’t do a thing! "Tatiana is off-limits. Well, you won’t even have the time to come after her since I’ll be taking you down," Cassius chuckled. Nathan’s eyes met his. "See ya," Cassius turned to Dylan, who was a bit distant from him. He signaled for him to come, and Dylan did. Cassius crouched before him and ruffled his hair.

Back late tonight. She was alone. Truly alone. "You’re late for our appointment," a voice drawled from the terrace doorway. Isla didn't flinch. She poured herself a cup of black coffee, the steam rising to hit her face before she turned. Cassian was leaning against the frame, he wore a black t-shirt that gripped his shoulders and showed the dark ink of the tattoos climbing his forearms. He looked like he hadn't slept a second. "I didn't realize I’d signed a contract with you, Cassian," she said, her voice steady and bored as she leaned back against the counter.

“So, last night I went to see someone.” “Who?” I asked, slightly curious. “Viper.” Nolan nearly choked on his coffee. “You what now?” “Relax Nolan. I am still alive, am I not?” “You went to the Vipers den?” Nolan’s tone sharpened. “Have you lost your shit? Do you even realize how insane that is?” “Oh, I realized,” Cassian said, twirling his spoon between his fingers. “But I don’t exactly have much of a choice. My bike is still with him.”

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?”

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the back. I walk back to the bar in this skimpy little outit. A tiny black skirt that barely covers my ass. These damn fishnets and a corset-like top that pushes my tits up to my throat. As I learn how to breath all over again, I find Cass casually pouring whiskey into four small glasses. Since I'm going to work here, might as well get to know my coworkers. "So what does Cass stand for?" I asked Ieaning against the bar counter. "Cassius." He smiled and continued to pour. He takes another tray out and neatly sets all four glasses onto it.

she said calmly. Of course it was. Everything had a schedule now. “Alright,” I replied. “I’ll be back.” Nyxara’s gaze shifted toward her, studying her openly. “Who’s that?” she asked once Celeste stepped aside. “Celeste,” I said simply. A small pause followed. Then— “Hmm. Cassian’s.” I nodded. “Yeah… but we shouldn’t judge her based on her past.” Nyxara didn’t look convinced. “Yeah… maybe,” she said slowly. “Still, I don’t like her. You should be careful.”

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

“She said she will assign us on the cleaning department.” “What department are you, Cassie?” Bailey asked out of the blue. Serene and Linette turned to her with a surprise look. Bailey doesn't like subtext. She needs answer right away. That's how she handle things. Cassie glanced at her, tapping the beauty mask on her face. “It's not like a secret though. I'm a private attendant.” Serene gave Cassie a second look. Bailey got all excited when she heard it. “You are? How was it? How much money you make?” Cassie smirked at Bailey's reaction. She make tons of money by all the tips of her customer, but she wants Bailey to get all curious.

“Yes, we're heading to Seattle.” Ignis looked intrigued. “Seattle? What a coincidence. I'm headed there too. Business, you know.” Kane gave her a curious look. “What do you do?” Ignis tilted her head, maintaining the mystery. “Something rather peculiar. Let's just say I'm in search of something important.” *** While Kane stayed outside and Dorian headed to the bathroom, the responsibility of getting food fell upon Cassian. Entering the convenience store, Cassian noticed the cashier's scrutinizing gaze. His unkempt appearance and tattered clothes, remnants of the van they had escaped, drew the attendant's curiosity. Ignoring the inquisitive looks, Cassian approached the cashier.