Novels by Cassy

“Pens up.”Mrs. Katherine’s voice resonated through the classroom. Most of the students groaned under their breath. It was the last exam, and it had been pretty tough for them.Very few were able to complete their work, including Mason and Twilight.Bella sulked throughout. She no longer sat or spoke with Twilight and minded her own business.Dexter, on the other hand, had changed seats and was awfully quiet the whole time. He and Mason hadn’t exchanged a single word—not even once. But Mason was still curious. Dexter had mentioned him being in danger, and then the shooting incident happened.Even though Ste-phen refused to tell them who was behind it, Mason couldn’t stop wondering.“Dexter?” Mason called in a whisper, careful not to let Katherine hear so she wouldn’t mistake it for cheating.Dexter’s movement paused, and without a word or even a glance, he rose from his chair and walked over to Mrs. Katherine to submit his work.Mason sighed. Dexter must be really mad at him. Perhaps

Moore clenched his phone tightly, his heart racing nonstop, lips quivering.“Mr. Black, let’s talk about—”Three beeps echoed in his ear, indicating the call had just been disconnected. Sweat beaded on Moore’s face, his eyes darted around the room as though searching for somewhere to hide… but there was nowhere.He was alone.And now, sooner or later, his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest. The thought made his knees buckle. He felt stupid for ever playing with Ste-phen’s words.His son was dead. He couldn’t even grieve—he was next.His trembling fingers slid across his phone screen, dialing a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he yelled:“Fuck! Thank God you’re not dead. Prepare any possible way for me to leave this country right away. I don’t care how you do it, I need to leave now! I’ll pay you anything—just find me a way immediately!”The voice on the other end responded, “Sir, you could follow the goods you're about to ship to Korea. If it’s urgent.”R

••••••••Twilight let out a cry as she climbed to her peak, Seth's fingers thrusting in and out of her wet core while his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub.The heat coiled in her stomach, her mouth parting in a silent moan before the sensation exploded within her, making her collapse back onto the bed.Her breathing came in heavy bursts, chest heaving as she struggled to steady herself. Her eyes were shut, a hint of tears pricking the corners.Her heartbeat pounded so loudly she could’ve sworn Seth heard it.She felt a kiss on her jaw, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet Seth’s dreamy gaze. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. The sight was so sensual, Twilight had to bite her lip to suppress a moan.“First time?” he asked softly, his eyes gentle—Twilight could see stars in them.“Mhm,” she nodded, and his brows arched.“Really?” He clearly hadn’t expected that answer. She nodded again, and something primal flickered in his eyes.Twilight might’ve gon

Twilight was drying her hair when Seth stepped in as well. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him, and she immediately dropped the towel and approached.“Seth, how did it—”Seth grabbed her waist, slamming his lips against hers, shoving her words back into her throat with a hard, passionate kiss. Twilight melted in his arms, letting his warm tongue slide into her mouth.Her sweet moan echoed through the room, her hand sliding onto his neck, threading her fingers through his hair.He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Her back met the wall with a soft thud, her breath catching in her throat as her towel slipped down, pooling at her feet like a whisper.“Seth…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need, but he didn’t let her speak.His mouth was on hers again, harder this time—desperate. As if he needed to remind himself she was real. As if he’d lose his mind if he didn’t taste her right then and there.Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.

The sky roared outside in the night, thunder cracking against the clouds, its roar echoing in the large room. On the king-sized bed was Mason, curled on the soft mattress.His eyes opened, staring into space. He couldn't sleep. Not a single hint of darkness wanted to slip into his senses.He stayed awake, but he was barely aware of his surroundings. The heavy thunder sounded distant, and the rain splattering against the window was quiet.His mind was disoriented. There was a heavy weight pressing against his chest, puncturing his heart. He was breathing, yet it felt as though he was not.Mason rolled onto the other side, restless with only one name on his mind—Ste-phen.He hadn't been this worried and unsettled about a man before. Hell, he didn't know he was this attached to still be awake for this long. He couldn't even eat the dinner the hotel service had brought for him.The meal was on his table. Untouched.Why was he shot?Who was after him?Is Ste-phen alright?That question—he

**********Seth’S APARTMENT Ste-phen instantly ripped off his clothes, revealing his hard-toned chest as he stepped into the cold cell. His breath came in ragged gasps. Fangs bared, his right hand bled from how tightly he had clenched his fist throughout the ride.Seth prepared the chains, immediately beginning to bind him.“Faster, Seth,” Ste-phen rasped.“Just keep your eyes open,” Seth said, hastening his movements.Ste-phen suddenly surged, his free hand almost slashing Seth’s face. Thanks to Seth’s speed and Ste-phen’s restraint, the blow missed—otherwise, it would have caused a deep wound.Seth grabbed the second hand and chained it as well before stepping back to lock Ste-phen inside. He took a deep breath, watching Ste-phen’s head slump forward, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm...Silence settled over the cell, and Seth’s heart shattered, wondering when this would finally end.He was about to hear the roars of pain, the struggles, and the writhing of his friend