Casanova Book Novels & Stories

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

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."

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I*******M.

“I’m not.” Cassiel’s grip tightened. “You’re still mine. Whole or broken.” Silence fell again. Julian didn’t pull his hand away. But he didn’t squeeze back either. Cassiel didn’t expect him to. Not yet. Cassiel was still seated beside him, quiet, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. Julian cleared his throat. “There’s a book on that shelf.” Cassiel turned. “Which one?” “The red one. Third from the left. Hardcover.”

Now the entire kingdom could burn politely without them for a few hours. Adrian shifted slightly, sinking deeper into Cassian’s chest. Cassian immediately adjusted with him, like it was instinct. “Read to me,” Cassian said suddenly. Adrian blinked. “You’re holding a book.” “I know.” “You’re literally reading your own book.” Cassian turned a page without shame. “Yours is more interesting.” Adrian glanced down at the cover of his own book. A ridiculous romance novel he had picked up out of boredom and then never put down.

But I have to gather all of my rationality for my future. "I won't think it that way, know why? It's the most wonderful night I ever had. Most wonderful sex I ever had and the most wonderful orgasm I ever had in my life." He said as he reached my hand. "Stop kidding around Casanova. You have a camp, do you?” "I do, but I could cancel that for you." I don't know what he is doing. It's scaring me. Scaring me that I’ll fall in love. "Just go." I shooed him.

will be caught up in studies so if I upload it now, it would keep you guys waiting weeks for updates and I don't want to do that to y'all. What's in the next book? Let's just say the spotlight will shine on the South. This means new characters, exciting backstory, and heart-gripping twists ;) In the meantime, I have two books uploaded on this platform including this book. If you could try my other Work, "Ascension of a Gamma", it'd really be a motivational boost. If you want to connect with me, you can find me on the following socmed platforms: Facebook: @CaineCasann Instagram: @cainecasann

As I stood there, surrounded by the remnants of the past, I realized that I was no longer merely investigating an old asylum. I was unearthing the bones of a tragic story, a history soaked in blood and sorrow. And somehow, Nina was guiding me, her spectral fingers intertwining with my own as I danced on the edge of darkness. I could feel the pull, the promise of her seduction lingering just beyond my grasp. I wanted to know everything—her pain, her suffering, and the dark truths hidden in the shadows of the asylum. And as I closed the book, I knew there was no turning back.

Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.

Was all the talk he made when her mother was still alive just a talk with no meaning? Elisia mockingly smirked at her and her mother's fate. They're the same, but she refuses to be held like a puppet in her father's hand. Because, in the first place, she had no intention of being part of the L Corporation. She wanted to be an artist, an illustrator, and a comics maker. She really doesn't like being an heir. As Elisia frantically stuffed her belongings into a suitcase, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. Heart racing, she hesitated before reluctantly answering.