Romans & histoires Cathy Cakes Fanfic

POV Kitty The last few months have been great... well as great as possible in a post apocalyptic world. Thanksgiving, my 16th birthday and the rest of the holidays all flew by. Don't get me wrong, I missed my Dad and friends but Craig and the pack made me feel like I was home. They made sure to let me know that I was loved and cared for at every chance and that helped me heal my broken heart.

She grabbed my face and made me drunk with her passionate kiss; a perfect kiss with the sky as the witness of our love. "I love you, Carlos Gonzales, the real hero of my life." "I love you too, Cassandra Gonzales, my Cupcake, my Mrs. Gonzales, more than anything in the world." I rested my forehead on hers and whisper the next sentence with so much love. "You will always be my favorite Cupcake." ❤❤❤THE END ❤❤❤

I knew she withheld things and denied me in some aspects, but that was different, I thought. "So he's catching on?" Cass asked, forking down her dinner. It was later, and I had just told her about how Neil had texted me. We ate a few more minutes in silence. Cass looked pretty thoughtful, as she slowed down her chewing. I knew she was thinking. She had this way her expression changed when her brain started celebrating, and when that happened it was best to let her think. "Other fantasies... Like a threesome bondage. Once you've had a threesome or two, that's for the most part it, right?" Cass asked more or less rhetorically.

"Calm down? My ass. Didn't you just say at the bar earlier that love knows no gender?" My heart was thumping wildly now. "You…" I gritted my teeth and tried to push him off, but I kept feeling how firm his chest was beneath my palms. It felt so hot that my fingertips almost burned. "Get your hands off me, Kai Valentine! I'm as straight as a ruler!" Kai just gripped me even harder and thumbed my slit. "Straight? Oh, then why are you hard? Look, you're even getting a little wet." He then slid his arm around my waist and said, "Did you really think I wouldn't see through your act with Cody?"

“Unfortunately so. Do you need something?” “Yes, someone.” I murmured, then he told me to come. He had me straddling him in seconds and tossed his books aside. I leaned in for a quick kiss, but I wasn't satisfied so I went deeper. He squeezed my ass with his free hand as he kissed me back. “You're so sexy.” He groaned. He proceeded to lick the pathway from my throat to the middle of my breasts. “So I can't study, Candice? This is a first, considering how hard you drilled me during tutoring and made me feel really dumb for three days straight.” He sounded surprised and a bit mad, it was really funny.

] The message had just gone out, and the chat blew up. [Ava shared her strawberry cake with my daughter, who had a fall. Such a thoughtful kid.] [Let's do strawberry cakes again. The kids all love them.] The words "strawberry cake" stung Carrie. She let out a cold laugh, her fingers flying across the keyboard. [Everyone, this is Ava's mother. I'm sorry to say that her dad and I are divorced. It's all Ava's fault. For a stupid cake, she pushed her dad to another woman.]

Arthur says, finally able to find some words. “Yes. And if it’s awful then I’ll end it right away.” Cathy says with a firm nod. “But why?” I ask, still trying to wrap my head around all of this- and all of what’s happened. Cathy lets out a sigh and looks out the large spotless window to her left. “I haven’t been able to get a date in a while. Too long. Besides, you know how I feel about those dating sites.” Cathy says, looking at me once more with pleading eyes.

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

Then, I scrolled through Yara's social media, saving every post as I went. Every single post about Hector made my heart ache. It turned out that they had known each other for four years. Hector had visited her college as a guest speaker, and she had been on the organizing committee. They had grown closer over the past two years. He had given her her first Louis Vuitton handbag, picked out her first Chanel suit, and arranged her first trip to Maldoves. Their affair had always been in plain sight—I was just too big of a fool to realize it.