Casanova Character Novels & Stories

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.

It then becomes her quest to take this adversary down. Cassie was the one set to play as Florence and had been having some trouble trying to perfect her character. "Maybe you're going about this in the wrong way because you're doing all of this by yourself," the handsome man offered. "But I'm the protagonist." "Well, that's why there are supporting characters." Carmen paused, taking a moment to consider this. "Alright, so what do you suggest I do?" She watched him pick up the piece of paper and read through effortlessly despite the mess Carmen had made with the pen.

he said and kept repeating them to himself as if they will get him back to his sense. Evening came quick and Cassandra became nervous. She was going out again with Eros Castillo, on another pretended date, she only hopes he doesn't kiss her again. Earlier, she had tried to carry out her plan, making him comfortable with her and hopefully make him fall for her. Thinking about that, makes her cringe. She can never picture Eros Castillo as a lover boy, he didn't fit into the description, all she sees when she looks at him is an angry misogynist, a tyrant, and a man whore and she was not ready to work so hard on anyone to change them.

She turned slowly. Cassian Varest lounged against one of the tall stone pillars in the outer corridor, as if he had been waiting. At seventeen, he looked like he had been born to be annoying and handsome at the same time—dark auburn hair perfectly tousled, gray eyes sharp and cold, and posture relaxed in an expensive dark coat trimmed with silver. He pushed off the pillar and walked toward her, boots tapping against the polished floor. “You should have failed,” he repeated, his voice calm but edged with something like anger. “All of them especially Caligo.”

The guy had been going out with her for days now. On that day, immediately Lucia spoke up about how rudely the congressman's son had spoken to Jackson, one of the guys had grabbed her hand and jerked her closer to himself. Lucia had been caught off guard. That made it more difficult for her to defend herself or retaliate. The guy had grabbed her in order to determine how strong she was but when he felt her soft body collide with his, he became aroused and decided to live up to his name. Everyone including his friends knew him as a Casanova and due to his charm, handsome features and money, he didn't need to ask girls out before they threw themselves at this get. He was known as the golden bo

"The Valenti Syndicate controls most of Italy and the entire Mediterranean. Your father would choose them over the Russians without a second thought. It would be the largest alliance the Sorano family has ever made." "Would Dorian actually agree to marry me?" Caspian pauses. I see it the instant it happens. That small, revealing stillness before he reaches for his next sentence. Reading him has always been effortless. "He has a reputation," Caspian says carefully. "What kind." "He's a player. A significant one. Never shown any interest in settling down. His body-count is substantial and he is known to smash freely. Thirsty is probably too mild a word for it. He is freaky in ways that are wel

My eyes flicked across the room fast, cataloging everything the way I was trained. Caspian walked in through the main doors at the far end, mask of innocence stretched perfectly across his face. His eyes flickered towards the grate slightly, not enough to raise suspicion, but enough for him to check if I had made it. He knew I was waiting for the right time to strike. He had barely taken a few steps into the room before someone barrelled towards him, almost knocking him to the ground. Princess Casanova—his sister. I recognised her from the photos. Probably the only person Caspian truly cared about in this den of wolves.

Already a billionaire on his few years in business. The succeeding data caught me unprepared. I felt like being crushed, a resentful smile creeped my face. Those were recent stolen shots and newspapers clips of him with different gorgeous women in different occasion. And they were not just ordinary women. They were all successful in their chosen field. Most of them were models. Now it’s very clear to me that it’s really his nature. To use his charm to womanize, to get into every woman’s pants that he desired.

Era could see and feel the eyes and the hatred they all had looking at her and shielded a bit closer to Amber to feel a bit safe, as she led them to where the slave master was. Cassidy was a man of many things. Slave master, torture expert, gambler, drunk, and worst of all a pervert, in short he was just like the king of Dun Brock, only thing separating the both was the title, and that Cassidy was a much younger man, than the king.

he spoke, his expression devastated as he awaited my response. "Why did you claim it was Wolvin?" I inquired, observing him drift off into his thoughts. "I don't know. It's just that--he exudes so much character. Despite being impoverished and a rogue, nobody holds him in favor, yet he brims with self-assurance. It's as if nothing affects him, nothing intimidates him," he murmured, his hands rubbing across his face. "You possess character too. You're nothing like the picture they paint of you. Caspian, you understand how to be charming and how to command attention. You even captured an Elf--those beings are tough to detect," I reassured him, instilling the confidence he rightly deserved.