The Elite Novel By Kiera Cass Mga Nobela at Kwento

[ 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)

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Five Kessler Blackwell's Pov Sapphire orbs that could hold anyone spellbound and incite a hunger without getting enough. Lush rosy lips that didn't need the help of lipstick, if most women had that they wouldn't be in need of cosmetics. Rich deep Auburn hair with full curls that flowed dangerously from the base of her head to the waist down. Jessica Martin was perfection, she was no different from an angelic beauty. I watched how the locs bounced as she sat with her left hand placed on her thigh downing her shots. My gaze didn't waver not for a minute too afraid she might disappear if I looked elsewhere or the least distracted.

But as she made her way toward the entrance, one voice stood out from the rest. "Look who’s back!" Elisa Moon said, a sly grin spreading across her face. Elisa was the new "it" girl of the industry, the one who had risen to fame during Suzanne's absence. The moment she saw Suzanne, she couldn’t resist the chance to mock her. "Here to scramble for a role in the new movie like a newbie, huh?" Suzanne, unfazed, moved closer with purpose. Elisa’s mocking tone didn’t seem to phase her—if anything, it only amused her. Elisa didn’t know the half of it.

The elite recovered almost immediately, swinging around on Cassius. "Look out he's got a -" she couldn't get the words out fast enough, as the Elite drew his smaller blade from up his sleeve and jabbed it straight at Cassius' heart. Cassius managed to dodge, but barely, the blade slicing a thin red line across his chest. Izzie didn't stop as she reached them, acutely aware that the Elite would be absolutely relentless. She needed to end this now before he got a hit on Cassius.

“Come on, let me introduce you to the others.” They all entered the house and they realized that they were the last ones to arrive as soon as they stepped in. The girls: Cassiel, Cassandra, Amery, and Keila were seated at the center table while having tea. At the corner, Caspian and the other two noblemen that he saw at the coming-of-age ceremony were talking about the book in Caspian’s hand. “Guys, these are the last three members of the Elite Class. They were all children of our family’s most trusted vassal.” Arthur smiled as he walked towards the guys. “This is Kael, Mika and Dio.”

Vincent wasn’t far behind, his presence a silent shield, though he kept his distance — appearances mattered tonight. Cassidy made her entrance minutes later, dazzling in crimson silk, dripping in diamonds that caught the chandelier’s glow. She moved like a queen surveying her subjects, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. “Elara Quinn,” Cassidy purred when their paths crossed. “You’ve been making headlines. I didn’t realize charity cases were the new darlings of the city.” Elara held her gaze, refusing to bow. “It’s funny,” she replied coolly. “For all your wealth, Cassidy, you seem obsessed with me. Should I be flattered or concerned?”

This time, she had her own script. She opened her closet and ran her hand along the rows of dresses. She paused at a deep crimson gown she’d never dared wear before. It was bold. Unapologetic. A declaration. Perfect. That night, as Elara lay in bed staring at the ceiling, she let her mind drift to Cassian once more. He’d been so silent, yet so present. The kind of man who didn’t need to announce his power; it simply followed him. She remembered the last time she’d seen him—her wrists bound, her voice hoarse from begging the board not to believe the lies, and Cassian walking in like thunderclouds, his voice like ice:

Cassandra doesn’t scare me. But when I walk in, my jaw nearly drops. I look around, but Kael isn’t in sight. Cassandra has a piece of cake, the candles already blown out. I walk over to her, taming my temper because she knows I cannot react in front of the elites. Like the heiress I am, I elegantly walk over to her with a smile. I clutch my purse and stand next to her. “Oh, I didn’t know you were hungry. You’ve eaten my birthday cake, you’ve blown the candles too—you probably wished to get that chlamydia treated, right?” I whisper.

I was so used to people—women, especially—cowering when I came close, refusing to look me in the eye. I was learning that she was different. Elara stared at me defiantly, like she had all the right in the world to do so. Like she was my equal. And maybe she was. She was wearing my ring, after all. “A hardened criminal?” She blew out a breath. “How many people have you killed?” I stared at her without a word. “Are you like… up there? Is David in the mafia as well?” She threw more questions at me. “You don’t need to know all that.” I finally told her, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand before pulling away. I walked past her, heading towards the bedroom. I heard her turn around.

CHAPTER 37 NOVA'S POV Cassian is doing everything to make me feel better, but I don't know if it is even working. All I want to do is just rest. Everything to keep me away from Killian and his eyes. I can't help but feel him even in the doors. “You like reading, don't you?” Cassian suddenly asks, and I make myself get back in a sitting position. “Yes, I do,” I say, and he nods. “You haven't been to the pack library.”