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Cassandra Miranda

Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.
Sunny_Shumail · 532.7K Views

Réincarnée en tant que compagne maudite de l'Alpha

``` Qu'arrive-t-il quand une déesse tombe amoureuse d'un métamorphe ? Asara ; la déesse de l'amour, fut punie par son père, le dieu du tonnerre. Son crime fut de tomber amoureuse d'un métamorphe Alpha mortel. Pour expier ses péchés, elle renaquit en tant que Cassandra LeBlanc ; une Princesse mortelle dans le royaume magique de Speldaria. Sa famille et son royaume, à l'exception de sa sœur cadette, l'ont rejetée car elle naquit sans aucune capacité magique et elle n'avait aucun souvenir de sa véritable identité. Son fiancé, le puissant mage commandant de Speldaria, était indifférent à son égard. Il désirait quelqu'un de fort. La vie de Cassandra fut bouleversée lorsqu'elle reçut en cadeau un esclave guerrier par le puissant Alpha de Dusartine. On lui demanda de participer à l'événement annuel de l'Arène en collaborant avec le guerrier. Cassandra, qui haïssait 'L'Arène' de tout son souffle. Un endroit où le sang coulait comme du vin et où la vie était moins chère que l'air même qu'ils respiraient, ne comprenait pas sa place dans tout cela. Par-dessus le marché, le mystérieux guerrier l'affectait de manières inimaginables. Son regard hypnotique la troublait. Son essence rare la submergeait. Son corps musclé et bronzé la consumait de pensées coupables. Même les rêves de sa vie passée la tourmentaient. Lorsque 'L'Arène' commença, les agendas cachés et les vérités sous-jacentes furent révélés et Cassandra se vit jouer une main du destin. Elle n'eut d'autre choix que de se soumettre et de choisir un chemin. La question serait donc. Comment Cassandra va-t-elle réagir une fois qu'elle apprendra la malédiction qui a été placée sur elle ? Sera-t-elle capable d'obtenir ses capacités magiques et de s'opposer à son père ? Qui l'aidera dans son voyage ? ~Extrait~ C’est alors qu'elle le ressentit, tout entier. Toute sa rugosité. La force de son bras. La douceur de ses lèvres. La prise de sa main. La chaleur de son souffle. Chaque muscle de son corps se tendit à l'idée de dormir dans les bras d'un homme. Elle n'avait jamais dormi dans l'étreinte d'un mâle auparavant. Sa peau toute entière fourmillait, comme si de petites étincelles dansaient sur les endroits même qui touchaient le sien. Les crevasses de son cerveau abritaient ces souvenirs qui n'étaient pas les siens. Ce contact, d'une certaine manière, ne lui semblait pas étranger. Elle se sentait en sécurité dans son étreinte apaisante et n'avait pas l'envie de le repousser, et pourtant elle savait que c'était loin d'être approprié. Cassandra tenta de se dégager de son emprise, mais ses bras semblaient être faits de fer, car ils ne bougeaient pas. Le vêtement léger qu'elle portait avait glissé de sa cuisse laiteuse, la dévoilant alors que sa jambe musclée et bronzée s'y drapait. Et maintenant elle pouvait sentir quelque chose la pousser dans le dos. Ses yeux s'agrandirent soudain de réalisation et Cassandra paniqua complètement. « Lâche-moi ! » dit-elle d'une voix lourde. Siroos leva lentement sa jambe et relâcha son étreinte sur sa taille pour qu'elle puisse s'écarter. Il s'était réveillé lorsqu'elle s'était raidie pour la première fois mais souhaitait voir ce qu'elle allait essayer. Avec des yeux largement ouverts elle vola un regard vers l'homme qui l'avait enveloppée dans son étreinte comme un trésor précieux, son trésor. Ses yeux dorés en fusion s'étaient entrouverts et il la regardait avec une douceur et un désir. Ces boucles brunes souples tombaient sur ses yeux alors qu'il oubliait de cligner des yeux, contemplant la beauté intemporelle qu'elle était. Son parfum unique était une torture pour ses sens. Comme il souhaitait saisir sa cheville délicate, la tirer vers lui et l'avoir étalée sous lui. Embrasser la peau même qui exhalait un tel parfum qui le rendait fou. À la place, il plia son bras et le plaça sous sa joue en l'utilisant comme un oreiller pour la contempler avec un désir empli dans les yeux. Le silence gênant entre eux se prolongea pendant que Cassandra racla sa gorge. « Tu devais vraiment te hisser sur moi pour dormir ? » « Ce n'était pas intentionnel, mais c'était certainement séduisant et définitivement pas la dernière fois. » Sa voix profondément hypnotique était encore plus envoûtante en ce début de matinée alors qu'elle résonnait tout autour d'elle. La couverture du livre m'appartient. ```
Sunny_Shumail · 27.9K Views

An angel‘s road to hell

What happens if the one transcendent being that cares for mortals fell and got a second chance in a world full of magic, intrigue and possibly even friendships? Does the past determine the future or are we all able to pick our own destiny? An angel, one of the two nigh immortal species in existence, has been hunted and killed by his own kind because he wasn’t prepared to watch silently while his people followed their own desires to whatever end. When, against all odds, he opened his eyes again, he was someone else, his past and powers hidden deep within him. On an ancient world, with advanced magic but medieval technology, he was reborn as Cassandra Pendragon, the youngest daughter of one of the five royal families on Boseiju, the home of the fox tribe, the kitsune. As she grew up, who she was and who she had been, started shaping her future. Forgotten friends and unknown enemies began knocking at her door and while she struggled to find her way between the past and the present, the winds of war were already blowing across her home. I‘ll try to publish at least 2 chapters a week, probably more. The first story arc is pretty much mapped out. Should be around 150 or 160 chapters for the first volume (it’s taking much longer than I expected) and the second one is nearly finished as well. Try it, it should be one hell of a ride. One more thing: the first two chapters are more or less a prologue and if you want to, you can skip them, I wouldn’t recommend it, though. The writing style as well as the perspective shifts dramatically, afterwards. As for trigger warnings: it’s going to get gory from time to time, and the MC often has to pay a toll in blood. Additionally there are -mildly- sexualised scenes, once in a while, but nothing graphic. Lastly, somewhen webnovel changed the description box from female lead to female oriented. It’s mandatory and I can’t change it either way but I have no clue if the book is catering male or female preferences. I hope the description above makes up for whatever confusion it might cause.
David_Amann · 845.1K Views

Veil of Ambition

Tiberius Marlowe has silent power in his step-a storm repressed behind an impenetrable mask of coolness. Every glance was sharp, lethal, a reminder that his empire didn't come as some mistake. And right at his side, in every shadowy alley, were the enemies, with Nikolai Drakos most at the fore, chief rival to him in the cutthroat billionaire world. Nikolai’s relentless ambition and cold, calculated moves drive him ever closer to Tiber’s throne, creating a tension that pulses like an unspoken promise of war. Ivy Cadler is cool, calculated, and sartorially impressive in the high-stakes game of politics, wielding her power and scandals with characteristic poise. She is Tiber's mistress, his sword in a Savile Row suit, working her way through society's upper echelons to solidify his grasp from within. Every stolen glance, every whispered confidence between them, represents a bond forged in ambition, a mutual seduction tempered with danger. Their involvement is not some trivial affair but an alliance of twisted purpose, of power and lust precariously poised on a razor's edge. Yet wrapped inside Tiber's success was an anger so still and quiet, building with every pulse of the heart that was broken called Cassandra Marlowe. Now his bride, jilted, Cassandra's ghostly presence haunted in quiet resentment stitched into the fabric of his life; she was the ghost of his choices, biding her time to strike. Each time he touches Ivy, every scheme he devises to kill Nikolai-Cassandra sees. Her vengeance, planned with a smile masking anger so cold it could shatter them all. But as Tiber navigates his realm, his calculated steps draw him closer to the shadows he cannot control. At the core of his domain, where all friends bear the mien of foes and love is a deadly poison in the veins, one wrong move spells the dénouement of his carefully constructed reign. With Nikolai at his back, Ivy hiding secrets of her own, and Cassandra's silent fury burning ever closer, Tiber's world is a chessboard of betrayal just waiting to unravel. And just when he thought he knew how to play the game well, it may just be that the deadliest enemy of all is the one he never saw coming.
Lucea_Aether · 2.9K Views

EVE 1

Hi, my name is Eve Yvonne Pierce and this is my story. My mom is Mrs Tyra Pierce and my dad, Mr Tristan Pierce. I was separated from my family when I was six years old because of a guy called Dylan McKenzie. He ambushed us in an hotel which forced my parents to leave me in an orphanage. I lost my memory while I was in the orphanage when I was involved in a ghastly car accident. We were on a road trip, so I couldn't remember who my dad and mom was again. I was finally adopted by Mr Bruce and Mrs Hannah Mondragon who cared for me like thier own. I met my best friend while growing up. She's Gwendolyn Karts. Few years passed and I was in sophomore year in Maxwell high. I got to know about Gwen's boyfriend, Raphael McBrayer and his best friend, Ivan McKenzie, who was a member of a fraternity. Every fucking night, I have nightmares about Tristan, Tyra and Dylan McKenzie which brings me closer to getting my memories back. I and Ivan got close and finally he became my boyfriend. Slowly, I began to remember everything and finally remembered who my real parents were. I got to know that I have an adopted brother, Adrian Knight and a little sister, Cassandra Pierce. And when I thought everything was over, my parents were murdered. With Dylan as my first suspect, I promised my dead parents to avenge their deaths and make everything related to their death pay including Dylan and his family. But I found out that Ivan was the son of Dylan. I was confused and shocked. Should I go in to fulfill my promise and kill Ivan? Or should I forgive him because he's my boyfriend and break my promise to my parents?
Falogbon_Favour · 2.6K Views

Her Young Amorous Husband

Many say love is a fleeting emotion. But to them, love is an amorous devotion. … Cassandra Qin, a woman of grace and feminine perfection. Renowned as a charismatic and regal chairwoman, a prime woman in her late thirties whom all could only yearn in their most beautiful dream. Seen as a woman who has it all; exquisite beauty, success and outstanding daughter. She is revered by all, yet little do they know that behind her veneer of perfection, she has to nurse her own wound in darkness of night when no one is around. A woman whose heart is encased frozen to the heat of intimacy is what she believed she is, or so she thought until she meets him, the younger man who melts her coldness and ignites a flicker of passion within her into a storming inferno. A wet dream dressed in a hot suit, the finest womanizer. Her sweetest mistake. Him, whose presence sets her body aflame and whose smile features upon her dirtiest fantasies. Heir to the dark household. A man with whom she should have no contact with, yet the maddening temptation is just as irresistible as his vixen smile. Their passionate romance is like an exquisite painting, a captivating blend of raw passion and intimacy. Two dominant man and woman who get very lost in their amorous yet loveless affair, neither is able for fall for the other. Their coupling is one of unbridled passion, wrapped in the shroud of secrecy and danger. Will they end in timeless devotion or be consumed by the flames of their alluring affair? ... Sensuous fingertips traced down the lines of masculine perfection and up rippling pectorals. Hot and wet tongues locked together as silken thighs straddled with sinuous motion. Inhalations whisper of passion and desire. Their breaths mingled while fingers orchestrated an exhaled symphony of amorous moans. "Dance for me." The lady demanded, biting his neck as she pinned him down against the soft velvet sheets. "My pleasure." The man rasped, swallowing down, as he caressed the silhouette of smooth, contrasting thighs. "Anything you desire, my dear Queen."
BlaccLotus · 1M Views
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