Novel & Cerita Who Shot Cassandra In The Society

Knowing that none of the men could get there at this time, they needn’t be told that these were assassins. Cassandra fired the first shot and a groan was heard, “fuck! How did they know?” One of the assassins groaned. Before the others could fire, Jenna and Cassandra fired multiple times, five men were down but they were out of bullets and began to refill. Doctor Sarah was so scared; she was shivering and screaming at the sound of every gunshot, all through when more footsteps were heard. “Fucken assholes, they are just women!” One of the injured men yelled when Juliet fired the gun Cassandra gave her. There were more coming and had gotten close. One of them reached Ariana and Sarah, grabbin

Cassandra looked behind to see Hakim walking slowly towards her with his hands up. "Uncle Kim, what the hell are you doing here?" "Whoever you are, just calm down, you don't have to do this." He said coming closer. "Stay back!" Cassandra barked as she pointed the gun at him. At that moment, Cassandra forgot about Grace and Grace wasn't going to let that opportunity slip. She quickly rushed at Cassandra with a diving tackle. Cassandra whose instinct kicked in immediately began shooting in all directions as they both went to the ground.

“He always chooses control over love. Even if it means destroying the one person who believes in him.” Before I could speak, headlights cut through the rain behind her. Black SUVs, engines roaring, tires screeching against the wet ground. Cassandra’s expression changed instantly—from calm to panic. “Go back inside, Mira,” she said urgently. “Now.” “What? Who—” But before I could finish, a gunshot ripped through the air. I screamed, instinctively dropping to the ground. Cassandra spun around, firing back at whoever was in the vehicles. The chaos was instant—bullets shattering glass, men shouting, rain turning red on the pavement.

Cassandra stands over Veronica, and for a moment, I am expecting her to breakdown and cry, but she just stands there looking over the body of the woman whose life she just took. But then I see her eyes go wide as there is a scuffle behind us. "Christian, watch out." As we spin around, there are two guys standing behind us with their guns drawn. Jax and Mason step to the side behind the pillars that are in the entrance wall. In the back of my eye, I can see Cassandra still standing in the doorway. "Cassandra, get down." But the damn woman does not listen; she steps in slow, fucking agonizing steps closer to me. She seems to feel invisible today as she comes to stand next to me. The one asshol

The ground burned my skin as I snatched the twin sawed-off shotguns strapped behind Draven’s fallen belt. I spun around with a grin. “Toodles,” I whispered, and fired. Boom. Boom. Her body jerked mid-air as the blast shredded through her wrists and thighs. She screamed, crashing down with a pitiful thud. But I wasn’t done. Cassara lunged toward Draven with a wild scream, blades drawn. I didn’t flinch. I turned, aimed and boom. Boom. Right in her knees and elbow joints. She dropped like a marionette with cut strings.

~Cassandra’s Pov~ I was hurling all my clothes from the wardrobe into the luggage when I was done, I zipped them and pulled them up and everything else that I was gonna need and I sauntered out of the door shutting the door behind me. I took them down the stairs, to the large living room downstairs and hopefully out through the front door. But they were there, occupying the seats in the room. They weren’t there when I came in. I shrugged my shoulders, I had no plan on talking with either of them, so I made my way to the door.

He stumbled back, blood gushing from the wound, staining his sleeve bright red. "ALEXANDER!!" Cassandra screamed, her eyes wide with pure horror as Alexander collapsed to the floor, clutching his bleeding arm. The gang leader laughed, barely fazed. "Look at this idiot," he sneered. The bastard raised his gun again, aiming it straight at Alexander’s head. Cassandra’s entire body burned with fury. Not this time. Before the trigger could be pulled, Cassandra moved. With deadly precision, she kicked the gunman’s wrist, sending the rifle flying out of his grasp.

“I want this to end too.” Cassandra’s hand shook as she aimed at Savannah. “You should have died when I had the chance!” Savannah didn’t move. “Killing me won’t change the past, Cassandra. You’ve already lost too much. Don’t lose yourself too.” For a moment, Cassandra’s eyes softened. A tear slid down her cheek — but then she shook her head and screamed, “No! You ruined me!” The gun fired. Adrian ran fast and pushed Savannah to the ground. The bullet grazed his shoulder. Pain shot through his body, but he didn’t care. He turned and tackled Cassandra to the floor as the police rushed in.

Cassidy's POV The world fractured into light and sound. One second, I was standing in the half-built bones of my studio with rain tapping through the unfinished roof and Lucas Voss watching me like I was a piece on his board. The next— Glass burst somewhere to my left. A floodlight blew out overhead, showering sparks across raw wood and wet concrete. A gunshot cracked through the storm outside, sharp and violent enough to seem impossible inside a place that was supposed to one day hold canvases, books, and Lila’s sticky little fingerprints on the window seat.