Casanova Character Novels & Stories

Chapter 13: His For A Week DEVON'S P.O.V “Who the fuck is this again, Papá? Aren’t you tired of changing whores?” the man with a golden hair rolled his eyes and stared at me. More like eyeing me from head to foot. It made me feel awkward. “Who the fuck are you, slut?” I don’t understand where his burst out came from. Nonetheless, I should be professional. As I say, the life of being a courtesan is not easy.

he sipped his coffee like nothing happened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Was that amusement she saw? “Sorry to scare you, sweetheart; it was actually my idea,” the man said, causing Alison to glance in his direction. The man looked so handsome as his hat was no longer on his head but Alison was too angry to care. “ I thought you killed him, you psycho” Alison snapped. “Hey, I'm alive; Name's Tristan, by the way,” he said, but Alison ignored him, waiting for Nicholas's response. Nikola shrugged, unfazed. "That's the problem." You can't prepare for danger if you don't feel it."

A girl who practically looked like a princess from a faraway land and that the least he could do was enjoy the prerogative of being in the hands of a fair maiden. Someone even whistled his support. "I can't believe you know a person like that," Cynthia started the moment they were far enough not to be overheard by the person in question. Dylan frowned and shook his head once. "What do you mean by that?" Dylan asked. Cynthia halted and turned to him, arms crossed. "Oh. By that, you mean. The notorious Cassanova Jon Castro, who gets all the girls? Yeah. I know him. So?" "He feels… off," she said. "And he called me sweetheart."

"Look genius. Aren't you the one who rejected Casper's marriage proposal? So what the hell are you complaining about when girls flirt with him? You're already aware how handsome and charming your boyfriend is. Plus, he's rich. He's a rare fish still swimming in the sea, so everyone's out to catch him." Casper Vannister. The youngest son of the Vannister family. Among the wide scope of businesses operated by the Vannisters, Casper handled their entertainment branch as director, making his face and name widely known as he always appeared in the media, being a popular actor and singer himself.

Right behind him came Cassian. Cassian looked completely unraveled. His expensive uniform was wrinkled, his dark hair was messy, and his golden eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with dark purple circles. The deep bruises around his neck, left by his father’s fingers at the assembly, had turned a dark, ugly shade of violet. He walked with uneven steps, his body trembling slightly like a man suffering from a high fever. He was a prince who had lost his mind, completely eaten alive from the inside out by the rejection of the mate bond and pure, wild jealousy.

Cassian lounged behind his enormous mahogany desk in his private study, rolling a fresh cigarette, looking totally unbothered, every movement of his was slow and precise . Across from him, Luca, his right hand lieutenant set down a neat stack of reports — syndicate news, territory scraps, northern shipments. All about business. Two more guards , huge and stone-faced, planted themselves near the double doors. No one, absolutely no one, looked relaxed. Then suddenly , the heavy oak doors flew open with a loud bang, hitting the stone wall so hard it echoed. Don Antonio strode right in, his expression as stern as always. Cassian didn’t twitch, didn’t even glance up at his father. He just kept ro

He felt like he wanted to reach out and hold it in his arms and kiss it. Chardon grinned and took a sip of wine. He still remembers the woman's natural scent. She didn't smell any perfume when he approached her. Even her hair and skin, especially her exposed neck, those were all natural. But... Maybe, there are those who are really ahead and there are also those who are step late, and among those who are lagging behind he belongs. Maybe he really cant get everything he wants. Yes. He's a Casanova, but he's not that ruthless. He will not take advantage of the few relatives he knows who really care about him..... He will not do that to Jonas.

He tightened his hold on my other hips as we walked. "Isn't it obvious?" he kissed the top of my head but still it makes me anxious. A man like him, a Casanova is hard to fall in love with. That's what I know about them. But as I see Zac, seeing how he's in love with his wife, it's like he's going to concur every place to give it to her. And even go to the moon and take soil from it if she asked to. We went inside and a tall man looking all Italian greeted Francis. His hair is too stylish and kisses Francis on his cheeks.

she answered casually. Cassie was listening at their conversation. Her eyes was closed and she wasn't moving because she was afraid that it would ruin her beauty mask. “You are working with the most handsome man and the richest in this island. If I were you, I'm going to seduce him and took all his money, because guy like him throw Barbie dolls every year or less. Be practical Almirez. That's a once in a lifetime chance.” Serene glanced at Cassie. “He hired me because I look old. He was a type of man that wouldn't just pick a random girl anywhere.”

Just a glimpse of seconds, and Caspien saw her again. The reason he'd been holding himself back from this place. One of the reasons he didn't want to come back was her. 'Shaun, how are you?' He smiled, nothing's changed. He still didn't have any plans of drawing near her again. Aside from that, Caspien was literally a changed man – for the worse. He didn't look like how he was before. Gone was the thin and soft singing heartthrob; he was now more masculine, more composed, and more naughty – a casanova on the run.