The Elite Novel By Kiera Cass Novels & Stories

"I suspect that you're just baiting us. Why can't you talk about this? Is it about Giselle or the heiress?" "I'm guessing that Giselle is the real long-lost heiress. I'm basing this off the years I've spent reading novels." "You and I have the same interests! That's always how it goes in novels." "If Giselle really is the heiress of an elite family, then she's the ultimate winner in life! I can't even begin to describe how jealous I am!" "Exactly! A prestigious family background, outstanding looks, a successful career, and a lover from another elite family? Those are the usual setups for main characters in novels! I didn't think that they existed in the real world either! Wow, I'm dying from

Behind that angelic smile lay a manipulative, calculating woman who had built her life on the destruction of others. Elara’s first step had been to ingratiate herself into the social circles Cassia dominated. As Elena Grey, she became the talk of every party, the subject of gossip at every luncheon. Her beauty, grace, and mysterious background intrigued everyone she met. Cassia had introduced her to everyone, taking pride in having discovered the enigmatic heiress who had swept into their lives seemingly out of nowhere. But in doing so, Cassia had unknowingly handed Elara the very tools she needed to destroy her.

Her eyes did not move from the door where Lilith had just left, and I could see how her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her skirt. "She's dangerous, Elara," Mira whispered softly, her voice small, as if she did not want anyone to hear her. "You don't know what you're dealing with.". I gulped. "Why… why did she say all that to me? I didn't do anything…" Mira looked at me then. Her eyes were gentle, but beneath them was something else—something more like concern. Or terror. "Always been obsessed with Cassian," she whispered. "Everyone knows it, though he never says anything about her “But you… you bumped into him. He stared at you. And that's all it takes to make her hate you."

I never believed my mom when she always said Made men don’t love or care for women! I had told her that Cassian was different, that we were different but I had been so wrong. After that incident Seraphina Valezi the social butterfly, the mafia Princess became a shadow of herself. I refused to even go back to school and decided to take online classes instead because the school we attended “The Elite Academy” was a school where all the mafia leaders children attended, and with the way Cassian and I had been so popular that we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves and everybody who knew everybody knew about us, plus his possessive streak towards me it would be been embarrassing to go back there.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

She had no shame at all! With a smug expression, Lydia looked at Cassian and bragged, "Do you know who my new boyfriend is, Cassian? He's one of the Four Elites of Rivershire! "Do you know who they are? I bet a loser like you has never heard of them before, so I should just tell you. The Four Elites of Rivershire are the four most famous scions in Rivershire. They're—" "That's enough. I don't have time to listen to your bullshit," Cassian snapped, cutting her off impatiently.

I said, my voice echoing with a dangerous silkiness. “But while you were busy mourning a heart that was never yours to keep, I was in the trenches, turning your 'perfect' rival into a global villain. Look at the monitors now. Tell me... is her heart rate still beating in sync with Cassian’s, or is it starting to spike in panic?” Cassandra stood up quickly as she dragged her phone and checked the trending topic on the Internet, Chelley Moretti was number one… “What???". She screamed… more excitedly.

"No, baby. I'm sorry I yelled." "I'm sorry I didn't help." Elara squeezed her neck tight. "Can I help now?" "Maybe later. Why don't you go play for a bit?" "Okay!" Elara kissed her cheek and ran back toward the house, singing something about butterflies. Cassia stood, brushing dirt off her knees. Kael still wore the crown. "You can take that off now," she said. "What if I don't want to?" "You look silly." "You said I looked handsome."

As she did, her hands trembled. “Nova?” Liam whispered. She swallowed hard and looked up. “He wants to meet her.” Liam grabbed the scroll, scanning the text. “In Paris? At the summit of flame?” Kael stepped back in disbelief. “That’s a death trap. That summit is for full-blooded flameborne leaders. Assassins. Warlords. People who’ve murdered their own blood to claim status.” Elias shrugged. “Which makes Cassia the perfect guest. After all… she’s already burned your enemies.”

"Just wait until tonight. Between you looking like a goddess and me handling the Drasa problem, Cassian won't know what hit him." "I can't wait to see the look on her face," Elara said, practically purring with satisfaction as she paid for her new outfit. "This is going to be the best night ever."