Casanova Book Novels & Stories

I met her gaze and casually said, “I needed a break.” “From . . . reading your files?” she drawled. I nodded. “And you chose to read that?” I turned the book to read its title—ten ways to know you’re doing it right. Of course, I had to pick this. ‘Ten ways to know you’re a narcissist’ would’ve suited this piece of shit better. No one would’ve expected me to pick up that. I shrugged, crossing a leg over the other and flipped through the pages. “Being perfect takes a lot of effort.”

Cassana was already about to reach the dagger from Ashvell's hips when he grabbed the thick book and stood up followed by two giant steps. He then tossed the book on the female drow, knocking her off her seat. "Bonnie, run!" he shouted to the young lass.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

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Cassian said, voice calm, eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing in the universe. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely. The position left me balanced precariously against the shelves, one hand clutching a row of art books for dear life. He looked at me for a long second, spread and trembling in the dim red light, then leaned forward and kissed me there—soft, reverent, right on my clit. I jolted, a strangled sound escaping before I slapped my free hand over my mouth.

I just sat down staring at her wondering what was so special that had her screaming longer than the normal 20 seconds. "Ruby, he's totally got the hots for you", she screamed gleefully. "What do you mean? I don't think I have to point it out", I said, trying to dampen her mood. " Point what out?", she asked, trying to carry me along. "The fact that he looks and acts like a player, Casanova if you must call it that. I don't want to get in on that" "Don't judge a book by its cover" "I know but you know him more than I do. I mean I might just be guessing but he gives off the vibe"

He took two and ran off. “He’s going to be fine. He loves his father.” She smiled, her eyes filled with happiness. “Alright, now, now. Tell me about it.” “You tell me about it,” I said. “What do you know about Amethyst?” Cassie’s expression turned thoughtful as she took a sip of her wine. She looked like she was considering her response carefully. “Well, Amethyst is a pretty big deal,” she began. “They’ve got their fingers in a lot of pies, so to speak. Kinky stuff, wild desires, wild fantasies, tasting the forbidden, and more.”

I mused, cocking my head to the side in confusion when his eyes flared with mirth—as if the world existed to amuse him, "only crazy people smile for no reason." "My reason is standing right in front of me," he cooed with a toothy grin. "How long did it take you to come up with that one, Casanova," I taunted. He shrugged a shoulder, "I'm corny, I know," Sylvain then fished out a small, leather-bound book from the pocket of the black sweats he wore and held it out to me, "Zora said she would work on translating it."