The Librarians Cassandra Novels & Stories

That was her opening. In the afternoon she walked through the house, speaking softly with the maids, handing small gifts from the shops Adrian had bought her. She gave a new scarf to Rose, the young maid. “You look tired,” Cassandra said kindly. “Take this.” Rose’s eyes filled with grateful surprise. “Thank you, madam.” The maids noticed. The house watchers noticed. A different image of Cassandra appeared — softer, kind, generous. Exactly the mask she needed. Night came and the consultant arrived. He was smart, polite, and had a briefcase filled with charts. Vanessa was already waiting in the library when Cassandra brought him in. Vanessa gave Cassandra a small nod. The nod said go on.

“No. I won’t let her steal the spotlight again. This time… I’ll make sure her collection is destroyed before she can even present it.” --- That night, Rosemary’s boutique was silent. Lila had gone home, leaving Rosemary to finish beading one of her gowns. She paused to glance at the clock. “It’s so late… I should head home.” She carefully arranged the dresses, then locked the boutique door. Minutes later, a black car pulled up nearby. Cassandra stepped out with her assistant. “Bring the liquid,” she whispered. Moving cautiously, they approached the boutique. Cassandra unlocked the door with a duplicate key she had secretly obtained. A wicked smile spread across her face. “It’s time.”

V I was about to go upstairs but I was surprised when someone suddenly pulled me. I was surprised to see Freeda, she brought me here to the library and she quickly locked the door. "You startled me," I dictated and touched my chest. "Shh, don't make any noise," she said as she put her fingers on my lips. I was just a little surprised at what she did, besides I didn't know what we were going to do here. "This is just between us Cassius, so let's keep it a secret," she said, I just gulped while staring into her eyes.

I couldn't help but feel grateful for Cassandra's presence, especially considering my previous girlfriends who often left in disgust. I went in search of Cassandra and found her in my room, meticulously organizing the clothes and shoes we had bought the day before. Her attention to detail was impressive, but my curiosity quickly turned to concern as I watched her open my cupboard. To my horror, all my belongings came crashing down, burying Cassandra under a pile of clothes, books, and sports equipment.

She asked angrily as she moved herself to the refrigerator. 🌿🌿🌿🌿 TEXAS (Six Hours Later) Cassandra turned towards the driveway as she sat beside the pool with Raymond, drinking as usual. She saw a lady getting down from the car, and turned to look at Raymond. “She is here.” Raymond nodded. “It is about time.” Raymond said, staring on. When Cassandra turned back to look, her visitor was already very close; she was close enough to receive a cold smile from her. “You are finally here…. Martha or…Luciana. Which one do I call you?” Cassandra asked and Raymond roared out a laughter.

I said, and he nodded his head. “It’s a good thing you came here, no? I got such an amazing friend,” She said, and I smiled at her. ‘This reminds me. Dad, I need to borrow some books from the library. I want to show her a few things, can I?” Cassandra asked her dad, and I appreciated how she didn’t mention the exact topic.

She was way too perky. Sure, I'm a CIA agent that was sent here to protect one of your fellow classmates from being killed by psychotic vamps. By the way, I'm a vamp, too, and a shape shifter to boot. The class would either think I was a nut or would run out screaming. Tempting. I took the high road. "Hello, everyone," I began. "My name is Lisa Miller and I just moved here from West Palm Beach, Florida, where I attended Lake Worth High School. I love writing and hope to become a journalist one day." Typical canned answer. "Very good!" Ms. Parks encouraged, unwittingly treating me like an imbecile. She was way too perky and patronizing, but I'm sure with the best intentions. "Now, you can fin

Sociology 101 – when someone expects less of you, you tend to get away with more – made up by yours truly. Mrs Peterman was the Academy's grouchiest head librarian in all of New-Man history. What luck to have been caught by her! Donning my luckiest pair of underwear today didn't help much. Lady Luck must have been jealous by how good I looked in red briefs. What a prissy existence! Before I had time to scowl, Mrs Peterman's high pitched keening had me cringing. "Titus Crowley! How many times must I remind you that students are not allowed to access the

Abegail was the first to left the room, leaving the two. "Let's go together," Lisanna said, grabbing her bag in the process. Cassandra nodded her head and followed Lisanna, securely locking their dorm. They parted their ways when finding their respective rooms. Today, the lessons Cassandra had were about witches and wizards and their culture and history. "Okay, class! Don't forget your homework next meeting. Class dismissed," the professor said and fixed his eyeglasses. Cassandra was a bit disappointed, she wanted to learn more about the topic, but their hours were limited. The students left the room one by one. Cassandra felt at ease. No one paid attention to her nor threw their things with

I was waiting for Lianne in their living room because she was just coming home from school. Her parents are not here because of a business trip, so I am with their maids. Later, Cassandra came in, and it looked like she had just gotten back from work because she was still in business attire. "Good afternoon, ma'am Cassandra. Do you want to eat? I'll cook you something." "No, thanks. I'm full. I ate earlier before I went home." I just stared at her as she happily talked to their maid. When our eyes met, she just nodded and went upstairs.