Rapunzel Series Cassandra Novels & Stories

I walk over to the table. “Can I help,” I ask. One of the witches turns and smiles at me. “Of course Alpha Simon.” She says warmly, “my name is Cassandra but everyone calls me Cas.” Her hair is cherry red against her ivory skin. Her eyes are green like the color of algae. She is maybe sixteen. She point to her friend. “This is Cilie she doesn’t talk much,” The girl lifts her head and smiles at me. Shock runs through my body. She has a scar going down the side of her face. She is only about nine, maybe ten. Who did that to her?

Tangled- Book 5 of The Dark Fairytales (An Erotic Retelling of Rapunzel) Trapped in a huge castle from birth by her mother, Rapunzel itches for the taste of the land beyond it. When a petty thief, Noah tells her to drop her hair, she's intrigued by his masculine features and becomes desperate to flee from her obsessive mother. When she finally does, she's thrown into a world filled with passion and with the clock ticking, she struggles to hide from her mother and pursue her innermost ambitions- ride a cock.

The girl was so beautiful. "Yes," Lisanna answered her. "Wow," Cassandra replied. "Now go! Your prince is waiting for you," Lisanna said and smiled. "Thank you!" Cass sincerely said. "No problem. Now, off you go, Queen," Lisanna said, and Cassandra just chuckled. The hairpin on her hair looks like a small crown. Lisanna surely knows a lot of things. She didn't even know where did she get this? Cassandra went out of the room and stopped when she saw Sebastian is standing there, leaning on the wall. She gasped and quickly covered her mouth. Sebastian was wearing a black tuxedo that looks good on him.

She turned toward the drinks table to grab a glass of champagne, but someone else beat her to it. “I wouldn’t count on him returning quickly,” a voice said. Lena looked up to see a woman with long auburn hair and eyes that matched Zane’s in color—but not in warmth. “I’m Cassandra Caldwell. His cousin.” “Oh,” Lena said carefully, “Nice to meet you.” Cassandra’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Is it? Because I know exactly what you are.” Lena stiffened. “Excuse me?” “You think you’re the first girl to fall for the billionaire’s charm? Please. You’ll get your payout, and he’ll move on. That’s how Zane operates.”

(Florian's POV) The elevator doors had barely closed when Cassandra strolled back into the territory den, a Cheshire-cat grin spreading across her face. She leaned against the doorframe of the living area where I'd just wheeled myself, watching me with undisguised amusement. "What are you looking at?" I snapped, irritated by her smug expression. "Do my healing runes spell out 'intrigue'?" Cassandra's grin only widened. "No, no, no," she purred, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Though you do seem to be nursing quite the elaborate scheme, dear cousin."

“I don’t like them either especially after what she did to you.” I chuckle at the way her lips curled into a snarl. “Nothing I’m not used to.” Lila focuses on me, eyes sullen. “You shouldn’t be used to that. They are evil people.” She frowned. “Are you talking about us?” Cassandra’s annoyingly high-pitched echoed throughout the space. Cassandra wore a hot-pink latex mini dress, brushing wavy curls over her shoulder. She was going for barbie and instead looked like a highlighter. Meeting her overly zealous stare, taking a sip of my coffee.

That’s all. "Of course, that’s all. There are no other feelings!" Hazel assured herself. Cassandra, dressed like a queen in a haute couture gown that reflected light like a pearl shell, occasionally cast her gaze toward Hazel. Initially, her looks were triumphant, then slightly confused, and finally, filled with disguised frustration. Hazel did not react. Not in the slightest. It was as if all the venom Cassandra had spread—the snide remarks, the plan to trap her with Sebastian, the insults about her inheritance—had evaporated, swallowed by Hazel’s icy professionalism.

“Yes.” “Very well, Luna,” said Darlena. “I’ll bring her to your private sitting room.” Cassandra watched Darlena leave, frowning slightly. She had a faintly unsettled feeling, but she wasn't sure that the visit would have any negative consequences. Lady Katriel, Cassandra thought. The daughter of the Westervale family, known as the Spoiled Princess. Why does she want to see me? *

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

This was long and sleek and dark. Like Cassandra's hair. My hands shook as I held it up to the morning light. How did Cassandra's hair get on Dylan's pillow?