Novel & Cerita The Society Who Killed Cassandra

Cassandra stood up, she went over to her sister, holding her tightly by the arms; " This is another thing...an endless pain we'd be getting from this man who calls his self our Master...first, he killed Sebastian and Luke, as if that wasn't enough, he killed mother, he still wasn't satisfied, he took the only friend we had, she was like family..." " Listen to me...listen to me Cassie, we will work things out together. If we can't kill that bitch of his daughter, then we can kill him...we will make him pay for what he has done to us..." Cassandra vigorously shook her head, highly disagreeing. " No! I want Scarlett dead, you know how much he loves his daughter...I want her dead in front of him

“Right. And I’m supposed to just trust you?” Cassandra’s smirk faded. “You should. Because the person who sent that text? The one watching you?” She leaned in, voice dropping. “They tried to kill me first.” An Unlikely Alliance Claire’s breath hitched. “What?” Cassandra’s expression was unreadable. “You’re not the first woman to get in their way, Claire. And you won’t be the last.” Claire narrowed her eyes. “Who is ‘they’?” Cassandra sighed, stepping closer. “Let’s just say… you and I have a common enemy.”

“The same formula was given to both of us. That’s why you weren’t able to heal properly. I reached out to the intelligence unit, and it turns out the person who was in charge of Harold’s medical examiner report was Cassian. He deleted those two pages. The two shifters who died while looking into this case had apparently come far too close to the truth. They were able to figure out that Harold’s file was accessed by Cassian, who was studying Harold’s lineage. All of the shifters who were kidnapped had lineages that went back to a very specific time period.” “I don’t understand.” A voice from my left says, “Cassian was a member of the Silver Ring Organization, the same group that killed Cedric

“You’re lying!” “Girl, wake up. Your parents are the Turners, a pair of thieves who killed my best friend, kidnapped her daughter, and have been stealing Deborah’s inheritance to live comfortably,” Nicholas scolded Cassandra. “And you’re an accomplice to their actions.” “That’s not true!” Cassandra exclaimed. “Then why don’t you let your mother tell you the truth?” Nicholas asked, smiling wryly. “Disgusting, using a child for their own benefit instead of getting a job,” Jayden commented, frowning as he looked at Vanessa.

Cassandra shifted back and flashed in anger. ‘ You are a murderer. You murdered your own father. You don’t even love your sister’. -‘ Yeah yeah. I did’, he said airily as if murdering his own father was as grave as crushing an ant. ‘ I killed that old man. He was my nemesis. Always opposed my plans and actions. He only wanted the welfare of his followers. I wanted power, wealth. Whatever we looted from the nobles, he donated everything. I detested that. So I ended him. As for Selene, I gave her a choice. She chose him. It's not my fault’.

The eldest is Jairo; the current crown prince of Metrofangs—the vampire's kingdom, and the second is Crystal. "Are you saying something?" Cassandra absentmindedly queried as she took a glance at her cousin. She was too busy thinking about Anton while silently hoping that he and his leech girlfriend would split up. However, she never really wished that to happen for she's not unscrupulous. She never desired of someone's mischief. Regardless, her personal viewpoint of Anton and Nancy would not change. Cassandra felt like the woman was hiding something evil even when she was smiling. The thought made Cassandra frown. Momentarily, she secretly hoped that the two would separate as soon as possi

I shook my head and pushed him away. The two of them are competing for the role of the victim, what about me? The spectator of the show? That's enough! “Listen, we're done. I, Cassandra Miller, reject you as my mate. Accept my rejection, Jason.” “No!” He yelled abruptly, and his hands tightened on mine. “I won’t accept it!” He growled at me, I tried to wriggle free from his hold. I saw the hurt in his eyes when I said those words, his wolf was pained.

“I couldn’t breathe in there.” He stepped beside me, hands deep in his pockets, eyes on the skyline. “I know the feeling.” He didn’t touch me at first. He just stood there. Present. Silent. Heavy with thoughts I couldn’t read. “When you said Cassandra didn’t die the way they said—was Caroline telling the truth?” I asked. “Did someone kill her to silence her?” “Yes,” he said. “Why?” “Because she found out something she was never supposed to know.” “What did she find out?”

"What's this?" "We found this at Cassandra's home, she's one of the people who attended Cruella's party. We were supposed to interrogate her too, but by the time we got there she was dead. We found her lying in a pool of her own blood, and that piece of paper was beside her. She admitted to framing Jasmine for stealing Cruella's jewelry, and she committed suicide because she was scared of what her punishment would be, everything's on the paper." Nicolai's eyes scanned the paper, the words confirming Kent's story: Cassandra's confession to her crimes. But as he read, his expression turned skeptical.

Sienna said. Cassandra’s smile faded—just a fraction. “Interesting.” They moved into the study. Cassandra dropped into a chair like she owned it. “Dante’s stirring,” she said. “My sources confirm movement. Not random. Not sloppy. He’s setting something up.” “What kind of something?” Damien asked. Cassandra’s eyes flicked to Sienna again. “The kind that ends with a choice.” Sienna stiffened. “A choice between what?” “Between who bleeds,” Cassandra said calmly. “And who breaks.”