Casanova Character Novels & Stories

Finally some leave and I'm thinking of ways to actually get these men out of my house. “It’s quite small here.” Caspian sighed, sitting on the couch, his big build almost taking the entirety of the small couch. “Well, I wasn’t born into wealth.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t mind his words, you should know now that he’s nothing but a brainless machine who only thinks of working out to win a hockey championship.” Asher strolled towards me. “Says the bookworm bastard.” Caspian shot back. “Perhaps get a hobby rather than burying yourself in books.”

“I’m interviewing for a teaching position at the high school.” She studied him for another moment, recalibrating. “Huh. Thought you might be one of those drug runners from the city.” She shot a hand across the counter. “Caty Haskings.” He shook it. Firm grip, gnarled fingers. “Gabriel Shepherd.” “Most of my cabins aren’t worth sleeping in, to be honest with you. But I keep a couple decent. Week by week suit you?” “Perfectly.” “Cash. In advance.”

His tongue sent waves of exhilaration through her entire body, and Cassy responded eagerly, begging for more; begging to be claimed by the ‘devil duke’. She wanted him; that much was clear. This hunger in her soul burned fiercer than any flame she could conjure, and he was the only one who could quench it. Not Robert, with his painful politeness and minimal charm. Not Zack, with his boyish charm and handsome eyes. Not even Colin, who God alone knew where he’d vanished to. It was this man right her. He was the only one who could do that. "What the hell is going on here?!"

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Cas tells us as we watch all the recon, she has on the big screen Raven has hooked up to her laptop. Cassandra Nickles is an ex-military/assassin who was married to Carlo for years. Now she's a highest bidder gets her services type of person who has done a job or to for us, and like Marquez, Carlo and a few others, she was a good friend to our family and our mother. "Where's Roman" Cas asks and all 1 do is point upstairs.

, dear lord was she flirting, she never thought she still had it in her but screw it, Domingo was having fun with a bimbo, she might as well have fun and sharpen her skills, who knows may be she stills got it. “Luciano de la Vegas”, he said and smiled. There’s that smile they were known for; they could charm their way into your heart with a charm. “you?”. “I don’t believe to tell you that” she said sultrily and leaned a little bit closer, the wine getting into her head. “oh come on, it’s not fair for you to know mine and not tell me yours”, he whined. Cassie nearly laughed at the cuteness, too bad she was already ensnared by dark seductive grey eyes…. wait… what.

Caspain smiles, and she offers him her hand which he kisses. "You look shocked to see me, I assumed Ro has so many women all over his place." She smiles. Caspain looks like Christmas came early "Oh trust me, Ro is anti-social, women runs from him." "Here I am." She laughs, throwing me a smile. "Here you are, exquiste." Caspian says, and I groan, but watch as she slowly collides with the rest of my life. "I am Caspian De Martel." He says with a big grin

The 2nd Prince of the Leonhart Empire, the Swordmaster in the age of 17, the mighty and merciless Hero of War and Battles, the sovereign of the sword Ascalon, and the greatest and most successful Businessman in the Empire, the Prince Caspian Tassel De Leon. It is amazing how talented he is in such a young age, but that's not the point! For the love of cake, HE'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER! A fictional character! An image created by the Author! Argh! So how is he here in my room?! In our world?! And he's alive, alert, awake, enthusiastic?! I must have gone crazy.

Looks like my handyman is a regular Casanova. Mr. Haymore pushes through the people who've gathered near us. "What the hell is going on - " The blond guy with the bloody nose roars and charges. The woman shrieks again, but Casanova ducks easily out of the reach of his opponent. Bloody Nose definitely has the height in this battle, but his opponent has the speed and the muscle. When Bloody Nose comes in for another charge, Casanova clocks him right in the cheek. Beside me, Mr. Haymore's starting to go purple.