Nesta X Cassian Novels & Stories

Charlotte My back is pressed against the cool tiles in our shower and my mate, Cassian, stands before me with a primal look in his eyes. He brings his head down to my neck and lightly bites on my mark, causing me to release a breathy moan. I can feel him smirk against my skin, happy to be a part of my undoing. But his body tenses as the door to our room opens and then the door to our bathroom. Maddox, my other mate and Cassian’s twin brother, grumbles, “We need to talk.”

“Cass, did you arrive safely? Do you like the apartment? Have you met Evans?” The barrage made Cassie laugh, the sound breaking the heavy air. “We’ll talk about your secret communications with Evan later,” she teased. “Right now, we need to discuss Scarlet.” Sebastian’s voice shifted instantly. “What about her?” Cassie inhaled, grounding herself. “I’m with Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the—” “The billionaire surgeon?” he cut in. His disbelief crackled through the line. Cassie rolled her eyes. “You reached out to him too, huh?”

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

Everyone—even the resentful faces of Vera, Emeristus, and Claudia was compelled to raise a glass and drink. Cierra and Alec in the background far on the table like they didn’t belong, I could feel the second hand embarrassment on my skin. … My heart fluttered at Cassian calling me his wife with so much softness and genuinety in his eyes, Cassian then turned to Asher, "And now, for the man of the hour," Cassian said, motioning to a servant who placed a sleek, minimalist portfolio case next to Asher. "You know how much I value vision, son. And your video game project? It has that."

They couldn’t have been more wrong. Then the silence fractured—a knock at the door, sharp and deliberate, tension woven into every echo. The air seemed to tighten, vibrating with anticipation. Cassian strode in, all swagger and arrogance, his smirk a mask barely hiding the calculation in his eyes. He carried himself like he owned the world, but she could see the cracks beneath the surface. “Nyxara,” he began, his voice low and slick as oil, as if nothing had changed, as if he could charm his way past the grave.

Nate is sitting there, watching Cassian flip eggs over. “I’m trying not to see her as the villain in my story,” Nate says, and I know who he is talking about. It has to be me. Cassian stops flipping the eggs, and the aroma hits me. But that is the last thing on my mind at that point. “She came to pick you up, didn’t she?” He asks, and Nate looks away. Nate is growing, and he is growing rapidly. It is going to be pointless lying to him. He has seen more than he is supposed to. We both have.

The stairs were dark but it had lamp lights at the edges of every step we took. Finally we arrived at the safe place, it was portable and neat, there was a large table, and free chairs settled there, along with TVs and all... but I halted on my step as I sighted two other men... actually well-known men. Xander Grey and Cassian DeNoych... "Vincent, you arrived," Cassian said and stood up, gently taking Vincent's wrist and dragging him to a seat beside them. "Who is the pretty lady?" Xander asked pretending not to know me, but I just stared still not moving.

I exhaled and asked him his name once again. "It's Henry, ma'am," he grinned slightly and I nodded. "Nice to meet you, I'm Pandora," I said, offering my hand. Henry reached out to shake my hand when Cassian dropped down, twisted his neck, killing him instantly. "What the actual fuck,Cassian, you fucking asshole, we were becoming friends," I growled angrily. Cassian eyes me blankly and lifts up Henry's hand he had behind his back showing a huge bowie knife. "He was playing with you, plus he's nineteen, Henry Norton, an accused rapist and murderer, so Hera, your welcome," he stated and I rolled my eyes as I walked back the way of the vehicle. He rushed up next to me and I avoided glancing his

ZAYNE’S POV ****************** The private lounge was suffocating, thick with the scent of high-grade drugs, expensive alcohol, and the strong stress of the impending war. We were all present. Me, Antler, and Dorian, representing Crimson Nest. While Xavier and Kieran were here to discuss the next terms as our allies and leaders of Black Rose. “It was that bitch Cassandra. Can you imagine, Dorian? That woman of yesterday, that nobody.” Kieran sat in a leather armchair, his jaw clenched, unable to recover from the blow on his fragile man ego.

Cassius had been trying to get onto track again and right now luring Xi Hang to confirm the deal with him in the behalf of De Niros as Cassius is the one who handles the wine trade in the overseas and I have to snatch it from him in order to move a step close to the throne. "You won't loose il mio amore."The raspy feminine voice hushed in my ears while her hands wrapped around my torso. "Gabriella what are you doing here?"I asked her not willing to raise my voice and entertain a crowd. "Of coarse feeling my man after a long time.Ahh I missed your touch."She whispered seductively while her hands travelled to my south. I sucked a deep breath.No it wasn't time to distract from my aim,"Gabriella