Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

A girl who practically looked like a princess from a faraway land and that the least he could do was enjoy the prerogative of being in the hands of a fair maiden. Someone even whistled his support. "I can't believe you know a person like that," Cynthia started the moment they were far enough not to be overheard by the person in question. Dylan frowned and shook his head once. "What do you mean by that?" Dylan asked. Cynthia halted and turned to him, arms crossed. "Oh. By that, you mean. The notorious Cassanova Jon Castro, who gets all the girls? Yeah. I know him. So?" "He feels… off," she said. "And he called me sweetheart."

"There are plenty of other chicks out there. Better ones than her." Luke relaxes his hands, and Casanova slips free and moves to the nearest doorway. "Now if you don't mind, I need to be getting back to work like a good little employee," he says. There's still humor in his voice, but it's darker now. Almost bitter. For a moment, it looks like it's going to end just like that. No one moves. Even Mr. Haymore is perfectly still beside me. "Oh," Casanova adds suddenly, "And you better get someone to look at that nose. It's gushing all over the place."

Caspian chuckled, grabbing another chocolate donut from the box. “I have to meet with Alpha Bitters while you’re gone. What did you want me to say?” “That’s rude, Alpha.” Dee spoke with his mouth out. “Calling the wolf bitter.” “Dee!” Both Caspian and I called him out. “That’s his last name!”

Without looking back, she ran to her room, locking it from the inside. Meanwhile, in the office Caspian was dazed, excited and in extreme pain in his parts. he could hardly breathe for the situation he was in. It was the first time in his whole life that something similar had happened to him. a woman had turned him on, hit him in his lower part and ran away. And the worst thing was that he had enjoyed it. As a result of that blow, all the drunkenness he had left him. If he ever had any drunkenness at all. What was certain was that he wanted to taste Sara's lips again. But there was no doubt about it, that such a feat would be quite impossible for him.

Cas shrugged, “well, unless someone hits them first. Or, you know, spanking if it’s consensual.” God, that man was annoying and cute at the same time. I blushed, and he winked at me before giving me a kiss. This interview was going off track, but thankfully, Jullianna brought us back to my favorite topic ever. Can you taste the sarcasm? I was not happy at all when she started speaking again. “So, you married Kennedy because...” Fucking Jullianna. Cas bit his lip, looking beautiful. He really is so handsome. No, handsome doesn’t do him justice. That face of his is just beautiful.

"And I do not know you." "The bartender told you my name, didn't he?" Cassian asked, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. "I saw him whisper to you. I saw the way your eyes widened when you looked back up at me." "He told me to leave," Vittoria admitted, looking up into his dark eyes. "He said you are dangerous." "He was right," Cassian whispered, his gaze dropping to her lips. "I am the most dangerous thing in this city, sweet girl. But you did not run when he told you that. Why are you still standing here?"

A cannon event he was. Carmen was a kind guy. Not so nice when he was mad and he came from a family of drug dealers and was quite connected with the Mafia. I made sure our friendship didn't dive into the Mafia. I maintained my distance while still being friends with him and he understood my decision and made sure to respect it. He introduced me to a few of his friends. College students but very poor ones who were either under scholarships or had taken student loans. They were all razzed but knew how to respect decisions.

"Hm? You getting in the right mindset for a date you got tonight? Maybe two? Or three?" I ground my teeth again, and my knuckles turned white from my grip on the pencil. If one more bullshit thing came out of his fucking mouth, I was going to break his fucking nose. His hot breath lingered on my neck as he whispered again. "Or how about three dates in one place?" The pencil snapped in my grip. Fuck. He chuckled behind me. "You know, you seem like the kinda girl who would have four guys in one place. Oh, wait!"

It was unlikely for Drey not to call us! It would only cost her a minute to call. I could not help but sulk, but I was not blaming her. I was only worried about her. What could have gone wrong? Over the past few days, I researched more about Aris and found out that he was the CEO of the Sandoval Group of Companies. But at the same time, another article popped up that he was an egoistic Casanova. From what I understood, a Casanova is a person who used to break a woman’s heart.

“I, Markus Febrez, greets the lady brighter than the suns and stars combined. If I ever win the competition, please give me a favor and accept this offering of mine...” Ashanti was astonished by the sincere proposal. “But, Markus, we are not---” “I wish you could give this poor man a reply, Lady Zenemica.” There was silence in the hall. Lady Zenemica, a duke’s daughter, extended her hair for the Casanova to kiss. Ashanti and her followers watched from the side while the two sprouts displayed their undying admiration publicly, sealed with a passionate kiss. “They are a perfect pair.” At that moment, the whole crowd forgot the embarrassment of esteemed daughter, but Ashanti doesn’t. Cassey kne