Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

"Am I clear, Cassian?" He nodded fiercely, holding my hand with both hands in a pleading grip. Even my Betas could do better. Cassian was pathetic, compared to the ruggedness of my men. He was the over-pampered son of a shameless father who delighted in folly, wine, whores riding his cock to stupor. Rumor had it that he was suffocated under the voluminous breasts of a fat whore.

"You are not very good at deception." "Oh?" Nessa laughed. "You are aware that it is suicide? Do you not want your child to become an orphan just like you did? You have such a kind heart! It is unfortunate that you, Caspian Alessandro, are unable to quell the darkness that revolves around your innermost being. You bear my dark heart; you are tarnished by my foul darkness. It hurts so bad! To know! That you!" She snapped, pointing at his face with a ferocious glare. "...that you possess greater strength than I do. Return my powers to me! Surrender your insignificant life to me!" Those cruel words sent nothing but rage into Caspian's heart! Unfortunately, he was caught off guard, and Angelo fi

I have never seen him so angry. “Calm down, father in-law. I'm not a bad person.” Leonardo whispers in an uninterested tone, tapping away on the armrest. “If you, Leonardo Cassano, are not a bad person, who is? Should I give you a run down of your biography? Leonardo Cassano, leader of the Cassano family mafia, and assassins league's underground army, who ascended to power after killing his father, uncle and two cousins. After he ascended, he expanded the Cassano empire to all of northern America, some parts of South America, East Asia, Europe, and Africa. On the surface, he's the genius CEO of JK group. But he's actually the mysterious demon whom different countries of the world are after.

Cassie said mockingly. When she recalled how the Marquis Santcliment forced her to be betrothed as Duke of Borgia's new wife, hatred filled her heart. If she didn't luckily escape, she would surely live a life worse than death. Her childhood to teenage years was already destroyed by them. Would she wait for them to make her life more miserable than before?

“Good God, how many people are actually staring at my ass right now?” “Just me,” I said, hiding my amusement. “Not to worry. I blocked my brother’s view, cinnamon girl. Although the entire block can hear your foul language.” She blew a raspberry and mumbled something that sounded like, “I should have worn my black panties.” Then she cleared her throat and added loudly, “And don’t you worry about my foul language, buddy. My business, not yours.” A chuckle vibrated in my chest. Even Dante couldn’t hold his in.

As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedded his fair share of servants when the mood struck him. His being in a brothel on the seedy side of town had not been much of a shock given his taste for adventurous risks and carnal exploits of all manner. Due to his station and insatiable appetites, Casimir wasn't in the least above keeping company with young men. Rumor and speculation followed him where ever he went and even still he remained the relative "golden boy " in terms of his family bloodline.

I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. Josh stepped forward, his voice rising. "That 'disaster' is standing right here. Maybe try addressing her like a human being." Mr. William ignored him. His face twisted. "I gave you enough time to bring in a suitable bride. Someone of standing. Someone we could proudly bring out in public—not someone who drags us through mud and mockery." Then he said, "Tasha is back." After those words, he gave me a final glance and walked back to his seat. The silence that followed rang louder than any scream.

I close her mouth "Sorry baby but you are too young for girls" she tells me I look at her annoyed. "No, I'm not... I like lots of beauties around me I can show you all the beauties by the hospital in London I got their numbers they must miss me lots" I explain my book to her "Does your mother know you a Casanova?" she asks me I look at her confused. "What's a Casanova?" I ask her "A boy with lots of beauties" she tells me

Tell me where Richard is. — I swear I don’t know. He paid me, told me to hide, and I never heard from him again. — How did you meet him? — At a bar. I had gambling debts and he paid them off in exchange for a little favor. When he saw that chick, he wanted to fuck her. Brother, you’ve got excellent taste. Bastien kicked him in the groin with all his strength, making him scream in pain. — I want the girls here first thing tomorrow morning. — Bastien turned and walked out. Lucca followed. Bastien sat behind his desk and poured another drink. — Destroy the Calassi clan tonight. And leave a message: until Richard appears, I’ll destroy them one by one.

Sharp, icy pain shot through my abdomen. I curled up on the bed, drenched in a cold sweat. My consciousness drifted hazily back to the past. I first met Alan when I was 18, and it felt like a small miracle. I had just gotten into college, finally escaping my father and his endless cycle of drinking, gambling, and violence. I thought I could leave behind all that sadness and pain.