Casanova Book Novels & Stories

he got up from the couch across his office and made his way to the inner room, beckoning on to Vanessa who followed behind silently. Cainan reached to the third layer of the Mahogany shelf and pulled out the hard-covered brown book. He handed it over to her and she took and glanced at it with an impressed look on her face. “You’re a man of your word. So did you read it?” “Honestly? I didn’t. But in my defence, I’m barely catching up with all my appointments as it is. A murderer would be impossible.” They both laughed hard, and she clutched down on her stomach.

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He said. "You know, we might not be able to meet him, but I have the next best thing, the collection of all books related to this genius. I have them on my library, feel free to read them and be obsessed with his character," I offered and he chuckled, "Is that how you were obsessed with my character as well?" I turned around in shock to see him grinning seductively. Seriously, is this Caspian De Leon?! He's too hot! He's driving me crazy! That was smooth as fish!

He would stride out before going in slowly. This moment continued till they slowly fell asleep and disengaged from each other. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please do check my new book "Contracted To The Mafia Brothers(18+)"

“I heard you wiped out the Moretti operation near the coast.” “I did." My gaze drifted to the stack of books on his desk. Some were history books. Others were books on philosophy. “Messy," he leaned back. "I heard.” I glanced back at him. “It was supposed to be.” He chuckled at my words. “You’re still as insolent as ever.” “And you’re still avoiding my question." My face scrunched with growing annoyance. Another silence followed, long enough for my patience to wear thin. I leaned back in my chair.

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

This is your author CastielLj, and I’d like to introduce my stories before FFMH if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. If you are already a follower of mine, thank you so much! We’ve come a long way since Devin, eh ;) Here are my books on GN. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone]

Vincent knocked once, then opened them without waiting for a response. "Miss Marcellus, sir." The library was vast, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that stretched up to a second level accessible by rolling ladders. Leather-bound volumes filled every inch of space, their spines catching the light from crystal chandeliers. It was the kind of room that belonged to a man who collected knowledge the way others collected stamps. And there, seated behind a desk that looked like it had been carved from a single piece of dark wood, was Caspian Santoro.

I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside. “Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.” He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine. “Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.” The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.