Novel & Cerita The Society Who Killed Cassandra

“You think we can stand side by side, Elena? After what your mother did to me?” “She’s not here anymore.” “No,” Cassandra said. “But you are. And everything you’ve built rests on *my* blood.” I held her gaze. “Yes. And I’m giving you a choice. Join me. Or burn everything.” She smiled. “No. You have a choice.” Then she leaned in, lips near my ear. “You took my life. Now I’m taking yours”. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cassandra turned and walked out, her heels clicking with finality. Seconds later, a breaking news alert buzzed across my phone screen:

"You tied both our hands and legs, how did you think we would react to that?" "Oh well," Cassandra said drawing out a gun underneath her shirt from behind and twirling it in the hair. It immediately snuffed out the little courage and hope Joana and Margret had and fueled up their despair. "We can't always be winners, can we? It was Veronica who wanted to be friends with you guys anyway." "So is that what you want to do to us now, to kill us?" "Haha, I'm not telling... No spoilers!" Cassandra replied. "But first things first, Grace is already on her way and we can't start anything without her."

"Alpha Reed, Alexander has sentenced Rebecca to ten years of working in the mines." I leaned back in my chair, waving a dismissive hand. "I don’t care about Rebecca. Tell me about Cassandra." Kane hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty before he continued. "Cassandra did not go to trial because she died unexpectedly beforehand." A smile crept onto my face, memories flooding back. The reason why Cassandra died was that, during our marking ceremony, I made her drink a witch's potion. If Cassandra dared to ever betray me, she would immediately die of severe pain. My witch friend had warned me that the cursed mate would die with hatred for me. But I didn't care at all. After all, what e

No one saw Ubuntu die, except me, Cassandra, and that sneaky evil-minded Ekun. Cassandra just murdered Ubuntu in cold blood, and now she acting all sainty. It wasn't making any sense to me, and the fact that the warriors already seemed to make peace with the fact that Ubuntu killed himself, without spotting a foul play, made me grit my teeth in annoyance, because how on earth would Ubuntu willingly kill himself, after leading the warriors to successfully rescuing Cassandra from the trap, that she walked into, all by herself… Even though he has been a failure all these years, what of his most recent win, should we just overlook it, like it never happened, huh?

"So your uncle really threw you to not just one pack of wolves, but two." Cassandra looked at him, amused by how he's willing to cross lines. "I don't know which one I prefer actually." "Atlas is more dangerous." She just nodded, taking a sip of the liquor and instantly decided she hates it. "You should be careful too." "In our experience, the opposition comes for the clients first before us." Kent said, flipping through the pages. "What makes you think he might come after me? Were you serious?" "God, no." Cassandra gave up her glass and leaned on the table, facing him. "I didn't even know he was the Atlas until I met him again today."

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

No trace of Caleb. “Cassidy, snap out of it already. Stop thinking about him. See, your mind is playing tricks on you because you keep on thinking about him.” I grumbled to myself and decided to put my camera back in my bag when a sudden gust of wind went past me. I looked up and saw another beautiful creature standing not very far from me in the opposite direction. He had an average height and was probably the same age as me. How did he get there? I was pretty sure, I didn't see anyone walking in this area. I thought to myself as I studied him. He had this somewhat similar paleness and charisma as Caleb. Maybe the only difference was, that he didn't appeal to me. I decided to continue walki

[ 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)

“Mr. Smith is looking for women from his past? Turns out his fiancée, well, his ex-fiancée, is a psycho. Can you believe it? She beat him up when she found out about the women in his past. And Mr. Smith foolishly let her! And he’s a Mafia Lord, for goodness’ sake. Love, huh… I thought they were married after we left Manila, but apparently not.” Cassandra’s face went blank as she stared at the newspaper. No reaction, but I could tell the memories and hidden wounds were resurfacing. “Aestheria was mentally unstable when we left, and now they say she’s dead. She hanged herself.” I shook my head silently, thinking of everything that had happened. “I thought she was kind… but she was a psycho.” I

Living in a stolen body while plotting revenge instead of going to the police? But let's be real… what would I tell them? That I was Fawn Jones, murdered by Richard and his mistress, reincarnated in Cassandra Huntington's body? They'd lock me up in a psych ward and throw away the key. No, I had to do this my way. I had to be smarter, more strategic. Richard and Gemma needed to suffer, needed to pay for what they'd done. And if that meant using Cassie's body, money, and connections to take them down, so be it.