Novel & Cerita Casanova Character

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

And for some twisted reason, he adores Cas. They play GTA together sometimes. God help us all. I take the eggs off the stove and plate everything. Toast, coffee, scrambled eggs. When I turn around, Casian's already pulled a chair out for me like he's some kind of gentleman. He isn't. But he tries. For me. I sit. He places a kiss at the corner of my mouth. And for a moment, I just watch him. Still shirtless, tattoos like stories over his skin, eyes that see too much, a smile that only I get to have.

I hesitate. “He called me Princess.” Cassain stands abruptly. The air in the room thickens with his anger. “Describe him.” I do. Every detail. Cassain’s face drains of colour. “That’s impossible,” he mutters. “What?” “That description… matches someone who hasn’t been seen in decades.” “Who?” He looks at me slowly. “The Seraphim sea King.” My heart stops. “The what?” Before he can answer, the front door downstairs opens. Cassain moves in front of me instantly, protective instinct blazing.

I punched his chest and settled on a chair. He tapped his fingers to his chin and stared at me with those grey eyes that remained sparks of the black smith's fire. His brown tousled hair reminded me of deep caramel, and his white olive skin gave the illusion of warm creamy milk. If there is one word to describe Cass, he is the definition of beauty. He is tall, poised, elegant, rich, an heir to a respectable family, and a total douche bag because of his ego and pride and the last thing I will do is to fuel his ego.

Charles had explained to me that Cassio made statues of him and any girl, who had created an impression. Cassio was a psycho, keeping the statue while this screaming lady was still with him. “The word faithfulness, and you is something that is parallel to each other. You can never cross. Faithful? Indeed.” He scoffed, “Where should I start from? Your one night stand with the Duke of Winston hills when we were still dating? Or your escapades with Carl at the pack council?” He listed.

Even his mother hated her stepson, which said a lot. "He thinks he's untouchable," Cane would growl, listing all of Aser's alleged atrocities. This was the first time Cassie was seeing the man. Cane was right. Aser thought himself untouchable, and he probably was, judging by his composed, confident demeanor. He was a man who knew what he wanted and went after it with everything he had.

“There’s nothing you can do. I bought you, and I have no intention of letting you go.” “I don’t understand… I’m not someone important; I’m just an ordinary club employee.” Cassian’s laughter echoed through the room. “You keep underestimating yourself, little squirrel.” He set his glass on the side table and walked toward me. I took a step back, my back hitting the locked door. My chest tightened, my breathing quickened as my heart pounded harder in my chest. The heat of his large body enveloped me. Cassian was a very tall man, taller than Liam or my boyfriend, Daniel. His chest was broad, his arms powerfully built, and that tattoo seemed to draw my eyes. I couldn’t look away from the piercin

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

“Cassie dear, I was thinking about having dinner with some client tomorrow night.” Sarrah had a wine glass twirling between her fingers when Cassie reached the living room. “Good evening, mother.” Cassie said and walked deeper into the living room and sat on the sofa right in front of her mother Sarrah. “Who are you having dinner with?” Cassie asked. “Darling, he's a great guy. He has all the money in the world. You saw him on your welcome ball, Mr. Tobias Assante.” Sarrah unwrapped her legs finally when she said his full name.

She can feel her heart wanting to escape as her body heats up. "We're in private, Eros. You don't have to act all sweet when we're alone," she reminded him with a chuckle but he remained serious. "It doesn't matter," he only responded. He acts so soft and gentle. He was an angel hugging her behind her back. Her body relaxed as he stayed there. Why would he keep acting like a lover? "Are… you really the mafia boss everyone fears?" She's afraid she might have misjudged him. He doesn't act the way he was described.