Casanova Book Novels & Stories

So now, standing in the lion’s den, she chased the trail of that humanity. Her fingers drifted over the spines of his books—thick leather-bound volumes lined up like soldiers. Latin. Russian. Aramaic, maybe? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t even try to read them. Her ears were trained elsewhere. Outside the door, voices moved in and out like waves on a restless shore. Rosetta’s smooth cadence. Cassian’s clipped tone. And Anselmo’s husky baritone, always slightly bored, always dangerous. They were talking quickly. Urgently.

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

I just wanted him; his body. Shaking my head, I rid myself of the thoughts my mind was straying to. I had asked him two questions and he had only answered one. “You haven’t answered the second one.” At the reminder, he clenched his jaw and rubbed at his lids. “Do I have to?” “We’re never going to get past it if we don’t talk about it, Caspian.” Somehow, this felt even more serious than the last conversation. I was only taking it lightly because I hadn’t properly thought about it as well as the implications. He was basically a criminal and my stupid ass found it hot. Maybe I should stay away from dark romance and stick to making dresses.

Of course, that bad look of a looser he knew. "Bob, I always told you that you're just too old to learn the tricks of those yanks from downtown the county, while sitting at the table gambling." Casanova noted sternly. Bob chuckled and hesitantly listening as though there's something much more than what he said. Each nodded as they moved from ear shot to continue with their conversation. Casanova was his informant in the military and that makes them more intimate in the drug deal business in the hood.

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.

-I…I wish that I had met Vivanna, maybe we would have gotten drunk and insulted our first loves…then perhaps move on, instead of giving him access to half of the freaking estate Vivanna you fucking Bitch! I gripped the documents harder than I had intended to and Isaak cleared his throat. I let go of the innocent scripts and tried to straighten the crumples. That had escalated, but my sentiments did not change. That was probably wishful thinking on my part though. If I had entered this book as another character, I would have definitely tried to fuck the Prince. So, that meant that Vivanna would have killed me, so…yeah, there was that. The only reason that I saw all the wrong sides of Kassian

*** We spent the afternoon at the bookstore down the street, because of course Alessio had to prove that he could, in fact, pick a better novel than I could. He was wrong. Obviously. “You can’t seriously think this is better than Austen,” I said, holding up my book in triumph. Alessio crossed his arms, giving me that infuriating smirk. “Rosa, The Count of Monte Cristo is a masterpiece.” “It’s long.” “It’s revenge.” I snorted. “Why am I not surprised?” His smirk widened. “What can I say? I have a type.” I arched a brow. “And what type is that?”