Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

"Caroline, let's see who your husband really is!" Caroline frowned, waves of anger surging in her eyes. Vivian's actions undoubtedly pushed Caroline's buttons. She was about to snatch the file away from her, but she heard Vivian read word by word, "Jack Hobbs, formerly named Lucas, is the undefeated champion of BattleCage Warriors, a fighting championship …" Her words became weaker as she kept reading. Finally, she threw the documents aside. Her face was as pale as a ghost's. She said hysterically, "No way. That's impossible …"

For now, Axel wanted Daisy to agree to cooperate, and then he would think about the next step in the plan. "Why is the target of this bet me?" Daisy asked with a tinge of bitterness, "Is it because I have an unattractive appearance, I'm poor, and I'm from a humble background? That's what makes your challenge enticing and dramatic, isn't it?" "You're right; it seems like the reason you were chosen is because the person who issued this challenge wants to humiliate me and make me feel embarrassed in front of everyone." "You despicable person," Daisy cursed, "You have no ethics."

Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) I said knock knock, let the devil in Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one It-it's evident I'm not done V-Venomous, the thoughts spun Like a web and you just caught in 'em Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap Beat strangler attack So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin' Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel My Mustang and the Jeep Wrang

she had them. Even now, as everyone rose around her, presumably dismissed to go excel or whatever, she thought of dozens of other things she could’ve said. That she was interested in project management because she did make things happen. That telecommunications was in her blood. That she had ideas for projects that Enzo hadn’t even thought of. That she was going to do a great job. Lorenzo Casello, CEO, billionaire, sex symbol, and jerk. That sexy magazine photo of him was coming down from the wall as soon as she got back to the dorm.

Nine years ago, my family used me to pay off their debts. That was how I ended up married to the most dangerous man in the Rivoli underworld, Vincenzo Casanova. Everyone said I was lucky. My family was ruined, and I was its last heir. Marrying Vincenzo was supposed to be my one chance at a new life. I believed them. I thought if I played my part and never caused trouble, our marriage might actually last. I was wrong. At our ninth anniversary party, Vincenzo walked into the ballroom hand in hand with his secretary, Chiara Moretti. Chiara was all smiles, one hand resting on her belly. She announced that she was pregnant with Vincenzo's child. With Rivoli's most powerful families watching, Vinc

McAllister bought for us after stopping by and thanking me for figuring out that her cat was having an allergic reaction to the laundry detergent she’d been using, and that’s what caused her to obsessively over-groom. “She is a MILF.” Mason takes a sip of his Old Fashioned. “And she sprung for the top shelf whiskey. Look at her.” He eyes Mrs. McAllister, dressed in office clothes and looking rather out of place at La Cantina, the only bar open past ten PM in Silver Ridge. “I bet she’s a freak in bed.” “Don’t try to find out. She’s married.” “Good point. I shouldn’t break up a happy home. Unless she’s not happy and has been waiting for someone to come in and save her.”

We let the silence speak first. His men collapsed one by one—tranquilizers, not bullets. Every breath was a countdown. Every heartbeat, an omen. And then we found him. Cassian. Slumped in a high-backed iron chair, swirling his wine with a hand far too calm for the storm around him. Behind him, a crimson curtain. Above him, an antique chandelier. A madman still clinging to his stage. As we entered, he looked up. Smirked. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, rising with the arrogance of a ghost who believed he couldn’t die. “Such an honor to stand in the same space with a distinguished warlord of the underworld. It’s my pleasure, Your Highness.”

He answered making me more frustrated, vulnerable and angry. Gritting my teeth I asked him angrily," After getting Orni you are going to gift her another series of trauma, right? Shivansh did the right thing by throwing you behind the bar. You deserved it. You came into my life with the disguise of a saint but I never imagined what kind of Satan you are!!" " That's none of your business. And about being a Satan and Saint. We all have our good and bad sides simultaneously," He answered tying me to the chair again.

I am not crazy to do those stuff that would ruin my life and it was not every day. Even though Pawell and Keith were also getting free pussies they are not fond of a threesome, so I got the reputation of being the Casanova. They called me the Prince and the girls who want to be satisfied by me were lining up. They practically throwing themselves at me. Then it was the start, the weak Beam was gone and a heartless Casanova was born. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

💖 prologue 💖 She felt his lips nipping her neck driving her crazy and she moaned softly. “, please don’t”, she whispered unable to find her voice. “ I can’t……. you drive me crazy”, he said” I must have you Cassie I must”,😘 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 Meet Cassandra reis married to Domingo Salvador a rich businessman with investment scattered all over. But if anyone told her she would cheat on her husband who she loves with a handsome stranger she would probably trim his head off.