Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

The metal gleamed under the moonlight, the letters CRIMINAL carved boldly into its surface. Caspian’s entire body jolted. “Wait, wait, please…” The iron was lowered closer, the heat radiating against his chest. The acrid scent of hot metal filled the air. “STOP!” Caspian screamed, shaking violently. “I did it… I did it, okay? But not because of you! I… I didn’t even know who you were!” Daniel’s smirk didn’t waver. “Go on.” “It was… it was her,” Caspian stammered. “I hated Belacroix. I… I hated her for ruining my life. She left me because she got rich. She took everything, everything, and I wanted to destroy her!”

I gave him another tired smile, knowing that on a normal day I would've enjoyed his stories and shared a piece of my history with him, but today was not that day. “I'll take a pint of Maker's Mark bourbon, thank you.” “Coming through, miss! I can see you're tired, so I will cease to bother you. Welcome to crescent moon, we party till sun up here.” I struggled with the urge to roll my eyes, wondering how much of a talker he was. He seemed to always have something to say, and even if it was fun listening sometimes, I knew that I wasn't here to listen to him but to drown my sorrows in the warmth of whiskey.

His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness. “No matter how much I messed up in the past, I have never been unfaithful to Bonnie. I have never been with another woman. “You manipulated me with your lies and clouded my judgment until I pushed her away. I hate myself for not seeing through your games sooner!” Casen’s emotions spiraled. “If you hadn’t tricked me into going to Sicily, I could’ve spent a lovely Valentine’s Day with her. If it weren’t for you, Bonnie would still be here!”

Gabrielle shifted into his arms. "So what happened to this Cassie?" I asked. Carson, Zander and Cleo froze. "She was taken," Carson said. "Taken? Taken by whom?" I asked. "Her mate," Carson growled. Well if it's her mate, then I did not see the big deal. "Massimo Romano." I gasped. "The drug lord Alpha from Italy?" "Yes, and he is known to be a psycho when it came on to women. It is said that he rapes his women and beats them." Carson gritted his teeth.

It is Caspian who has never once survived a New York winter without quietly suffering through every single day of it, and the future Underboss of the Sorano Syndicate has spent years using me as his convenient excuse. "France," I say. "Convicted rapist," Caspian says flatly. Laurent Faucher is gone before the word rapist finishes landing in the air between us. I note privately, with full sincerity, that this toxic, ratchet criminal deserves to be pressed firmly against the inside of a prison cell for a very long time. "Netherlands."

I am not so much into foods but I appreciate a well-made meal. "Hmmm smells good mum." Lizzy, their last daughter said from the far end of the table. Her other sister Emma sat in front of me sending glances my way but I pretended not to notice it. She is a beauty though just like her mum. Her dad is not bad-looking but I can clearly see that she got her beauty from her mum. Blond her, plump lips, the body of a goddess. But that didn't move me. I have seen prettier girls than her but those didn't move either. Sometimes, I wonder whether I am gay because as a billionaire, I am expected to be a casanova but I'm not. I even hate the idea of spending time with a woman when that can be used to ear

'Try me. "Sure," he said, giving her his sweetest smile. He kissed her smoothly and passionately. Just a slight movement, but she already let out a moan. That's the effect of a Caspien Muller on a girl. "Your name, hottie?" Her voice was sultry, and she was talking in between her soft groans. He pulled out and gave her a charming smile. "Caspien." He winked. "I'll call you Cas," she said. "Let's get laid tonight."

His stoic ass was reeking of sarcasm and even a visually impaired man could see it. I cursed inwardly. Eldse you've done it this time. You couldn't go for your brother's memorable event but you could stay out with a girl? How brotherly and utterly responsible of you. I sighed bitterly. Missed Oscar's event wasn't intentional neither was meeting Flare nor staying out her, let alone so late. But sincerely, I grunted inwardly at the betrayal of my so called mind. That coward just knows how to leave me to suffer for the consequences of the actions we took as one.

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

Cassie returned to a booth not far away and began to drink. 'Don't drink so much... Ouch, Cassie, you really don't have to drink so much!' Cassie wanted to knock herself out so that she didn't have to think about what had happened just now. Seeing Cassie insult herself in such a way, Cater felt very sad. He wished he could dig out Javen’s eighteen generations of ancestors and curse them all. 'Let me tell you, Javen is really a cold-blooded person. If it doesn't work, we'll dump him and change him to another one. Anyway, you're not married yet. It's just a change of target, and you won't lose a piece of meat!'