Tangled: The Series: Cassandra Novels & Stories

********** Cassandra went to the vacation house to stay for a while because she won't face Black for a while, his rejection said it all and now she was ready to ruin everything. The only thing holding her back was no longer there. The next thing on her agenda is how to kill Daphne and her four kids. She was getting ready to visit the gang hideout when an unknown number showed on her screen. She was hesitant to pick up for a while but since she’s the dangerous one, she picked up the call. “Hey Cassie, are you okay?” Arlo’s voice rang out from the other end of the phone. “Arlo? Yes, I’m okay… where are you?” She asked.

Cas tells us as we watch all the recon, she has on the big screen Raven has hooked up to her laptop. Cassandra Nickles is an ex-military/assassin who was married to Carlo for years. Now she's a highest bidder gets her services type of person who has done a job or to for us, and like Marquez, Carlo and a few others, she was a good friend to our family and our mother. "Where's Roman" Cas asks and all 1 do is point upstairs.

He said looking at the beautiful lady standing by his office door. Hearing his approving voice, Cassandra walked into the office with her both hands bent backwards. She was wearing black blazers above her white crop top. Her long legs were covered by black leggings and her hair was put in a ponytail leaving some baby hairs falling on her forehead. 'Simple yet elegant.' Tobias thought of her outfit. While she neared the table which Tobias was leaning on, she stopped on her tracks and looked at him with her golden brown eyes. She wanted to tell him something but the respect she has for him was making it so difficult to say her thoughts aloud.

Cassandra, the only one who could’ve helped us piece this puzzle together was hanging on by a thread. By the time I reached her quarters, chaos had erupted. The floor was smeared with blood, and Cassandra lay limp on the couch, her skin pale, lips trembling. One of my men tried to stop the bleeding on her side. Her eyes fluttered open when I knelt beside her. “Who did this to you, Cass?” I whispered, gripping her hand. She tried to speak, but blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. “T…they found out,” she breathed. “The tunnel… it leads to the east wing… Queen… she—”

A shadowy figure moved swiftly through a dimly lit corridor, her cloak billowing behind her as she glanced around cautiously. I smirked slightly, a surge of pride swelling in my chest. Selena had ensured that technology reached even the farthest regions of our world, seamlessly connecting the shifter and supernatural realms. Now, that innovation was playing a crucial role in our war. Jasper pointed at the screen. “She’s my royal witch, Cassandra. I’ve been suspicious of her for a few days. Now, I finally have proof that she’s been secretly helping someone. I planted a tracker in her staff, and I’m close to finding out exactly where she’s going.”

Just play the victim. Cassandra brought out a red strand of hair that belonged to Scarlett, she cut it during a tone when Scarlett hugged her, Cassandra walked close to the cauldron and dropped the strand of hair inside. They began making making incantation and the cauldron began boiling more and more. "The valley of sex" Demona made a deformed smirked and gave the petal of flower to Cassandra as she dropped it in, the liquid violently bubbled up.

Paranoia is an infection, and I’ve just nicked the artery. I opened the comms line. “Status on Cassandra?” “En route,” the operator responds. “Landing within the hour.” Good. Cassandra is a scalpel. Where Renner was chaos, Cassandra is order. Precise, unrelenting, meticulous. She doesn’t need to break people with violence—she breaks them with understanding. She finds the fractures already there and presses, gently, until they split. I hand picked her for this. “Prep the room,” I say. “Make sure it’s clean. I want her to feel welcomed.”

It fought me, wanting out, wanting blood, wanting to burn everything that hurt. "Good," Derek said, finally releasing me. "Now we disappear. Blend. Learn." We found rooms in the servant quarters, small but clean. That night, Cassia vanished, returning an hour later with a young man whose phoenix fire burned strange—silver instead of gold. "This is Tavin," she said. "He's been my contact inside for three years." Tavin looked maybe twenty, with scars across his neck like someone had tried to cut his throat and failed. His eyes darted constantly, never still, never trusting.

Tears slipped from her eyes as she watched Eleanor advance towards her. The woman wrapped a hand around her neck and raised her by it, choking Cassy. Strangling her. She didn't stand a chance. The moment she stepped out of the castle with Eleanor alone, she had ruined her chances of returning there alive. She was an omega. Her strength was nothing compared to Eleanor who had Alpha blood running through her veins. "Please," Cassy got out through the blood that clogged her throat. "You never should have come here, Cassy. This is all your fault," Eleanor said, right before she plunged into Cassy with claws and ripped through her chest and her stomach.

Taryn’s chest tightened unexpectedly. Because she knew that energy. Not personally. But through Rowan. Through stories. Through fragments. Through the destruction left behind. Cassian. The thought hit hard enough to unsettle her. No. Cassian was dead. He had to be. But suddenly she wasn’t sure anymore. The figure moved farther down the path slowly, checking the road. Taryn pulled back immediately before she could be seen. Her breathing stayed controlled, but her mind was racing now. If that was Cassian