Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

Having seen through Henry, Sebastian took a jab at him, “Why don’t you just be honest and say that you’re bored with real-life women, so you’re now looking for mystery and excitement online? How can I not understand what a casanova like you is thinking?” “Don’t call me a casanova. Like you’re any better,” Henry poked back. “F*ck!” Rendered speechless, Sebastian immediately changed directions, dealing heavy damage with each sentence, “Didn’t you previously vow that you would never date online again? I recall that you were cheated real bad last year because of it.”

The guy had been going out with her for days now. On that day, immediately Lucia spoke up about how rudely the congressman's son had spoken to Jackson, one of the guys had grabbed her hand and jerked her closer to himself. Lucia had been caught off guard. That made it more difficult for her to defend herself or retaliate. The guy had grabbed her in order to determine how strong she was but when he felt her soft body collide with his, he became aroused and decided to live up to his name. Everyone including his friends knew him as a Casanova and due to his charm, handsome features and money, he didn't need to ask girls out before they threw themselves at this get. He was known as the golden bo

I say to him, remaining calm on the surface, but deep down, I’m raging. “You castrated Curtis, beat him within an inch of his life, and then dumped him. Then, on top of it all, you were attacked on the highway by Nikolai Polanski. So don’t act all regal here, Cassandria. You are not.” He says and I chuckle.

I was so crazy. Me: I don't know you. Unknown: I just wrote the name, silly. Him calling me silly was so not welcomed. I frowned slightly and glanced up at Mr Nicholas. He was still paying no attention to the surroundings. Me: Excuse me, but you are not supposed to text me. Unknown: I'm sorry, sweetheart. Was this guy serious? Did he have a thing where he loved to piss people off? Me: I don't know you. So fuck off.

Would Zachary hurt me physically? "What are you thinking?" I sniffled and ate pizza. "Just things. Has he ever hurt a woman before?" "No. Zac won't do that thing though he'll get mad. I trust the guy." "Can I ask you why you become a Casanova?" "Well, it's because of my friends. My ex-wife died through childbirth." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask.” I mumbled.

He's good looking, makes good money, and is not a fuckboy. Unlike the stories I read in Wattpäd, this billionaire is not a womaniser despite his qualities. It makes him a little boring if I might say, but only in stories. Because for this real life, he's perfect. ...until he opens his mouth. And insults me with that tardy comment.

After hitting send, I felt a wave of sadness, but I’m determined to get a new phone. “Oh, this lovely phone screen is broken,” I vented, but my frustration wouldn’t hold me back. I decided to check F******k and encountered the biggest news of my life: "Miss Anna is not the real wife of billionaire Adrian; they're in a contract marriage that ends after a year. Anna is a whore who forced herself on Adrian; he doesn’t like her." I know exactly who spread this malicious news, and I won’t stand for it. How dare they label me a whore? What crimes have I committed?

Liliana pov "I'm fine. I've heard even worse things over the years. I don't care anymore." I picked up a glass of champagne and took a sip. Along with it, I swallowed all the bitterness in my heart. All I wanted now was for this banquet to end peacefully. Unfortunately, someone clearly had other plans. "Isn't this Mrs. Vauxhall? Why are you drinking all alone?" I looked up and saw a young actress standing in front of me.

I don't even know that my eyes have gotten so big. It's the guy I bumped into! "Well, hello there. Nice to meet you, again" he says with a smirk. I send a silent message to karma you're a fucking bitch girl. I can almost swear I saw her laughing at me. "You guys have met?" Lucien asks. "Yes, we have" Mr. Black drawls staring pointedly at him. There is a look of surprise on Lucien's face as he lifts an eyebrow, "wait, really?" he asks Mr. Black and the latter just nods.

With trembling hands, he twisted open the cap and took a long swig, the bitter taste mingling with his regret. A pack of cigarettes lay beside him, and he retrieved one, bringing it to his lips. The tip glowed red as he lit it, the smoke swirling around him like a haze of uncertainty. In the solitude of his room, Darth wrestled with his conscience, haunted by the knowledge of the pain he had caused.