Casanova Book Novels & Stories

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.

“Dad? Yeah, the gala ran late, so I’ll be lodging at a hotel tonight. Yeah… No, I’m too tired to drive. I’ll be home tomorrow. G’night.” He bought it without question. I hung up the phone as anticipated coursed through my like electricity. The night air was cool on my heated skin as we alighted, Damian’s hand on the lower part of my back to guide me up the stairs to his door. He opened the door and ushered me in. Soon as we crossed the threshold, the lights flicked on and my breath stopped. A man lounged on the couch, swirling a glass of red liquid and smirking in a way that was hot, devilish and utterly roguish.

Scarlett told herself she wasn’t going back to his penthouse. Yet there she was, two hours later, standing in the middle of Dominic Kane’s glass-walled lair again. The city glittered outside, but all she could see was the sleek black leather case sitting open on the counter. Inside lay rows of objects she didn’t want to name — vibrators, cuffs, plugs, paddles, straps. Her stomach knotted. “What the fuck is that?” Dominic poured himself a drink, not even looking at her. “That, sweetheart, is what’s going to teach your body who it belongs to.”

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.

Zara's POV I placed my hand on my racing chest, trying to steady my breath. My heart pounded against my ribs, my pulse erratic as I leaned against the desk. I still couldn't believe it—standing up to Cassius these days like I had a death wish. A Mafia Lord at that. Ruthless, dangerous, feared by everyone. But now that I thought about it... the only ruthless part of him was the killing. Apart from that, he seemed almost—normal. Cool, even. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could change the fact that he was a monster.

And as you read this piece of writing, there’s already a lot going on in the world below. The alliance between the three most powerful organisations was being questioned. And since my last writing hasn’t quite had the effect I desired, this I’m hoping will. Rosaline Guerra has been the centre of attraction in the Cosa Nostra because of her striking beauty and some dire rumours surrounding her… chastity. But who knew her beauty could tame even the notorious beasts of ours? Luciano De Luca has quite a reputation as well. Starting from the ex-fiancé scandal to his marriage to the sister of the same woman in a week, his life is worth throwing a dime at. However, what he has been cooking with Gue

[ AUTHOR's NOTE: ATTENTION!! ATTENTION!! Guys! Marcello De Rossi will be the next lead of this " Mafia Don Series". The second standalone book of this series is expecting to be released on September if everything goes well. I will write about Marcello De Rossi on my second book. Trust me, the second part will be hotter than the current one because it based on a forbidden love story. ] ____________ || AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV || My sharp voice reverberated inside the room. I couldn't stop my discontent when I saw her here. Cassendra got up from her seat elegantly, folding the magazine midway. She shrugged before telling me,

I took the bottle of alcohol from his hands, dropping it on the floor. With a reluctant pout, Caspian drifted closer to me. He kicked off his boots with a desirous look on his face. Full of emotion. A wanting glare. “Fine. Have the bottle.” “But I need something to claim you as mine, Ava..” My heart thudded rapidly instantly. “W-why?” “To send all other men away. Because I’m entirely yours.” ... Made a short trailer for this book. To view, you can go to my In-sta-gram, @ra_high_eels

Just call me anytime you want. I didn't answer that when Maeve curses and a few utensils cling. "You alright, Maeve?" I ask and call Alyssa. "Y-yeah." She answered softly. I turned back and walked off while waiting for Alyssa to answer. She did answer and I went to the balcony. "So, what now, Casanova?" "Haven't you gotten laid last night?" I asked huskily. "Hmmm. I'm waiting for you last night." "Sorry, a good thing happens," I said just to make her jealous.

Mayari saw this as a chance to acquire information, she might find a clue. "Welcome, Lady Mayari Alverno, to my grand abode!" A handsome gentleman stood between the long line of servants in a grand room. His hair shine like the sun and his seafoam green eyes watched her as she entered through the lavish mahogany double door with golden frame. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you." He smiled ever so sweetly. "The pleasure is mine, Young Master Lucas Arscelor." Mayari responded as she gracefully bowed. "Please call me Lucas, my bride." He chuckled. "And soon this will be your home."