Casanova Book Novels & Stories

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

She turned the yellowed pages, running her finger over the black embossed words. "I'll take history," Casper announced grabbing the first book his hands landed on. He rested it against his chest, pacing the room as he flicked through the pages, sighing at every page turn. Gage opted for the Lycan section. Lena war and battles and Serena diaries of the royals. I went to the section on leadership and Alphas. Hours passed. The pile of discarded books in the middle of the room grew bigger and bigger as the books yet to read dwindled. Blake still tapped furiously at the laptop he rested on a small reading table. Lena joined Casper in sighing after each page turn.

"I brought a book I've been wanting to finish." "Enjoy," Alessio said, his voice equally casual despite the heat still burning in his eyes, despite the tension in his body. "I have some emails to catch up on anyway." The normalcy of the exchange, the pretense that nothing was happening between us, made the reality of what was about to happen even more thrilling. I stood, my legs a bit unsteady, and made myself walk at a normal pace back into the villa. Not rushing. Not running. Just a normal, leisurely pace like I was really just going to read a book.

CASSANDRA’S POV I don’t remember the days I woke up with a smile on my face, not for long. These days am getting too much of habituated to it. Last night I slept talking to Ivan on phone. We spoke about our favourite books. Ivan has a similar taste of books as mine. I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything.

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

Cass followed me to my chamber to ensure I was okay even though I kept insisting the near-death experience was in the past and I'm perfectly well. I stared at everything in the room but Cass. He looked devilishly handsome today when he swept into the cemetery to save my life. He has on dark jeans and black polo that says 'I'm the hottest being you will see today.' His brown hair is tousled and his olive skin looks more moisturized and I'm betting the weather has something to do with it. How he can be so overconfident and cocky simultaneously often amazes me most times. I stared at the ancient mythological books on the table that surrounds us, we were busy making research on Lucindo and hopin

"Come here." He beckoned me over to the desk, where he began to rummage through a pile of papers. After a moment, he produced a small, leather-bound book. "This is your true history, Cassian," he said. "The story of who you really are, and where you come from." I took the book, feeling a sense of trepidation. What secrets was it going to reveal? As I opened the book, I saw that it was filled with strange symbols and diagrams. But one page in particular caught my eye.

She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw. ‘The Council’s crimes’; ‘First dynasty of Ascended members’; ‘Bloody Peace: a review on the most atrocious acts of the Council’ Those were just some of the titles, but the table was still stacked with books they were yet to reach. Lady Cassie came back with a tray with three teacups and a teapot and smiled at them gently. “Oh, how wonderful, you chose my favorite!” “Cassie, what is the meaning of this? How did you know?”

Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she takes down a thick book. Kral's eyes narrowed. The book's cover bears the simple letter 'K', unlike the other books on the shelf. It is thick, giving the impression that it is more than just an ordinary book. "Let me have a look," Catherine said, flipping open the book, disregarding the dangerous gaze from Prince Kral. The white pages rustle between her fingers, emitting a faint sound. "The secret covenant of Duchess Ana of Canterebourg, the incriminating evidence against Baron John, Lady Marina's and her lover's apologies..." Catherine speaks a sentence with each page she turns. Gradually, I realized that this book contains concealed secrets that cannot be

"You smell so incredibly good." Twenty minutes later, the steam from the hot shower had completely cleared. I stepped out wearing nothing but my underwear and Cassian’s oversized shirt. The hem hung loosely off my frame, brushing against my bare thighs, while the sleeves completely swallowed my hands. Driven by a desperate, romantic need to be anchored by his presence, I walked straight down the quiet corridor and pushed open the heavy oak doors of his study, completely forgetting to knock. Cassian was seated behind a massive mahogany desk, illuminated only by the soft gold glow of a brass lamp. He was deeply engrossed in a leather-bound book. He didn't even lift his gaze from the pages, yet