Tangled: The Series: Cassandra Novels & Stories

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.”

she retorted as detective decker keeps glancing from both mum and daughter convo. Cassie's eyes fixated on the shadow and slowly the mask Carter used to stop just anybody from seeing him started wearing off, but he doesn't seem disturbed as his hand is inches away from Mike's face as he concentrates on drawing out the weak soul. Bunches of plants twigged and their flowers blossomed from Cassie's hand as they braided themselves swiftly together to form a rope, soft green light beams and radiate on their body. "Not so fast psychopath!" Cassie muttered as she launches the braided twig at Carter and he flew across the room and blaming his back on the wall hard, as soon as the twig landed on him.

He stopped at the last and looked at it more intensely. "This is not our killing pattern, this is sort of like a sacrifice." "What do you mean?" "Do they have any part of their body missing?" Lorenzo asked. "Yeah, their tongues…those ones we found dead had missing tongues." Alexis said as he was getting interested in the topic. "This is from the Witches." "The Witches!" We both exclaimed.

I could feel my body wanting more, I pressed my body closer to his, and his hand went down my waist, I quivered because the thought of him in between my legs was one I was yet to explore. But instead, he lifted my blouse above my head and I was left topless, with a bra and my jeans. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to remove his shirt. Then he kissed me again and I could feel his hands on my bra and with one click he unscripted them. He pulled out from the kiss to remove them but I held unto them. "What is it, Claire?" He asked. Was he really asking me? "Don't you want this, tell me and I will stop, "

Blood seeped between her fingers, dripping onto the pristine gravel. "Are you out of your mind?" Jaxx's voice dropped an octave, turning into something so cold it made the morning air feel like mid-winter, frost crystallizing in every syllable. "How dare you put a gun to my woman? Do you have a death wish, Tiffany? Is that what this is? A very elaborate suicide attempt?" The girl's eyes widened, her tears freezing on her cheeks as comprehension dawned. "Your... your woman?"

" Cassandra Wilson— Candidate A24. A trustee of the BDSM organisation. Sworn to die by the hands of the enemy rather than to betray the organisation itself, recently diagnosed with chronic breast cancer which is why they sent you on this mission instead— because you have less than a month to live." " You deserve credit for that one, Mr Morello." The woman, Cassandra, chuckled tiredly. Zade's gaze fell back at Josette who looked too amazed but still wasn't convinced nor was she ready to back down. Caden had moved behind her earlier but she hadn't noticed. " This is more about me than it is about you." Tears dropped from her eyes and even before she got the chance to do anything, heavy arms fr

"Of course." His hand lingered at my neck, thumb grazing the necklace. The leash. But under the weight of his touch, a spark burned low in my chest 🔥. Because for the first time, I wasn’t only surviving. I was plotting. Tiny. Quiet. Invisible. But it was there. And if Andrew had seen through me so easily… maybe, just maybe, the world outside these walls wasn’t as blind as Arrow thought. --- ✅ Chapter 20 closes here: Palmer removes the necklace (her first tiny act of rebellion).

I froze on seeing a shadow in my room. I couldn’t breath although it was a secure house I couldn’t just pinpoint why I was that scared to my bone marrow. I gathered all the courage I have in me and shouted “WHO’S THERE?” Flipping the light switch on I saw that it was Jasper shirtless on the bed I gasped heavily out of fear and shock from his body He was so hot. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He looked so much like Felix. His chest down to his structured stomach that was divided into six down to his waistline and waistband.

He says, pulling me to my feet. He reaches behind my neck and unties the string of my bra. My breasts spring free and I gasp. "What are you doing? Someone might see." I whisper, looking around. " There's no one here but us, beautiful." Lance assures me, standing behind me. His hands slide to my hips and he pulls down the strings of my panty, letting it fall to my feet. I am now completely naked, standing between them. "You're so beautiful, Kara." Lance says, kissing my shoulder.

Oh well, I think it’s still all good. At least, the man won’t bother my woman anymore. My woman… Wow. That’s one phrase I never thought I would use. I never used such with Layla when we were dating. Layla was just Layla. This woman, Carrie, has infiltrated my soul in more ways than I thought. “Alessandro…” Carrie pulled at my hair and reminded me that I had no time to question how insanely damaged yet reconstructed my soul had become thanks to her presence. “Things are happening between my legs.”