Cas Dean の小説・ストーリー

One of the items was a mugshot of a dark tan teenage boy with black hair and green eyes. “Damon Williams died three years ago. That is the real Damon” Kaia explained, pointing to the mugshot. She then ran to her desk and searched her drawers to find the file that we have of our Damon before pointing to Blaire’s hand. She held a mugshot of the Damon we know. “The Damon we know is really Stefan Dalca. He is Cassius’s nephew and has been in our pack house infiltrating all of our information to give back to him. We can’t let him know that we found out. That will ruin everything”

he states calmly. I’m nauseous. I’m scared seeing the dead look of evil in Caleb’s eyes. He has no feeling, no caring side; no humanity to appeal to. Being a rogue for so long has left him dead inside. I need to clear my mind, try to push myself to heal, I need Shelby to help me so we can get out of here. In some way, we need to plan our escape.

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

“Mrs Sinclair, I’m not that type of girl. I see Mr Dexter as my boss, nothing else. You have nothing to worry about.” “Oh.” She touched her chest. “I’m not worried.”She smiled.“I trust my son-in-law. Besides, he certainly wouldn’t look twice at someone below his status when he already has my daughter.” If she knew that then why did she bring me here for this boring prep talk? Crazy old witch. “Mrs Cassie is every man’s dream. She’s a woman every woman in Las Vegas looks up to, including me.” I said softly. I wanted her to see that I admired Cassie so she would see me as a fan and lower her guard.

I didn’t move. My phone was still in my hand, Damien’s hand was still wrapped around mine in the dark, and the connection between us felt alive in the silence. None of that changed what I’d just read from Wren. The investor’s name is Cassian. I read the words again. And then again. They didn’t become less catastrophic no matter how many times I looked.

"The bond is strongest when all sides are equal." Elias offered to drive them back to the city, and soon they were heading down the winding forest road, leaving the cabin and its momentous events behind. In the backseat, Casie found herself sandwiched between her mates, their physical presence both comforting and overwhelming after the intensity of the past twenty-four hours. "You okay?" Rick asked quietly, his newly enhanced senses picking up on her tumultuous emotions. "Not really," she admitted. "Yesterday I was just Detective Blackwood with a secret. Today I'm part of a prophesied supernatural triad with two mates and apparently a destiny to bridge worlds."

Hardin said “She doesn't look like someone who could kill, it's more easier to believe Casper is one because he's bipolar .” Emily said making Hardin smile “Am so scared , is this the secret organization Matthew talked about. Is this the reason I was kidnapped.” Emily questioned “ Casper is a tough guy on the outside but a Softie on the inside , Matthew is a secret agent .” Hardin answered “ This is dangerous , I just want a peaceful life but its not happening right?.” Emily asked Hardin

Did Aaron really not know, or was he pretending not to know? Arva looked at Dafa, who was sitting in front of her, and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that's right. Hey, don't forget, queen Cassie is from the Spencer family. King Carlen has proven that he is a purebred vampire; he doesn't have any magical blood. So that magical blood went to the late princess Lucia or princess Noura?" Arva is good at acting, right?

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill