Casanova Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wilson shake his head in disbelief. "I knew it. That is why he looked familiar" someone exclaimed in amazement, earning herself everyone's curious attention. "He is the famed Casanova, Bienley Cullen from the medical faculty" The echoes of astonishment resonated in the hushed atmosphere, it seemed as though the entire food court had been trapped to a realm where only the beauty of the Casanova's smile held sway. ****TBC****

“Do you have any idea who I am? The moment you laid a hand on me, you signed your own death warrant. Release me now, and I’ll make sure your demise is quick and painless.” The Boss leans in, his hands braced on either side of me on the chair’s armrests. He’s close, too close. Every inch of my body is suddenly alight, my insides burning with a strange wash of nervousness and… hunger. My eyes flick down to his lips, perhaps for a moment too long. When I look back up to meet his gaze, I’m caught off guard by the devilish glimmer behind those cold, dead eyes. “Cassandra Romano Russo, one of the twins of the wealthy Russo Family,” he says.

Without offering another word, he turned away and moved toward the open exit. "Hold on..." I rasped, my throat burning as I braced myself against the nearby counter, staring at his retreating form. "Who... who the hell are you?" Cassian halted right at the doorway, the brilliant, chaotic glare of the stadium spotlights creating a stark silhouette around his frame. He turned his head slightly, peering at me over his shoulder with a chilling expression. "My name is Cassian," he replied, his voice dangerously elegant and elite. "I am the proprietor of the premier auction house in Paris. And as of right now, I am the man who holds the deed to your future."

Lorenzo's POV St. Mary's Asylum, VIP ward. A sanctuary for the rich. The place the Vitale family stashed Cassandra. Luxurious rooms, expensive medical equipment—this wasn't an asylum, it was a resort. But tonight, it was going to be a slaughterhouse. I kicked open the door to room 318. Cassandra was lying in bed, scrolling on the latest phone, probably directing her trolls to smear Isabella's name online. A smug smile was on her face.

Vespera questioned instantly and there was silence. "Miss Nightingale." The woman's voice came off slightly warmer and shaky. "I got your note." Vespera sighed. "I knew I couldn't be mistaken. I knew..." "Where are you?" Vespera rolled her eyes before rubbing her forehead. ▪︎▪︎▪︎ The café was on a side street in a residential district that had nothing to do with the entertainment industry. There were no industry faces or even cameras. It was a place that Vespera waa convenient coming to because no one would recognize either of them

chief Hugadah announced. Murai drew back in shock. “What? My sister?” His father cast his eyes down for a bit, before speaking up again, as he narrated what happened. “King of Muzagah,’ said the prince, “I have no respect for kings who are mere ants that I can smash to smithereens. Dignity is given to the one who that deserves it. You deserve my respect. I will explain why. Believe it or not, I shall take no stone from your treasury if you give to me, that which I desire more than silver or gold. It is a woman, for I have been stricken by love; and I know that you must have heard about Nana’s death. News always flies so far and spreads widely. Believe me, I saw beauty in Nana. After she died

written on the cover of the map. Greyson read the writing. "Hmm, Bambi Sivan..." he smirked, taking the glass of coffee from the table. "This must be interesting to read." I sighed and started to dig on the salmon salad nervously. Yes, knowing that this guy is reading through a file about me is making me nervous. "Bambi Sivan, 17 years old." He took a sip from his glass of coffee. "Hmmm, you are young." "Well, that doesn't change the fact that you are trying to get into my pants." I said sarcastically. Not even looking at him.

As I am coming down from my earth-shattering orgasm I feel him kiss my neck hard. “Mmm baby, you taste just as sweet as you smell. The sweetest raspberries and cream.” He whispers in my ear. I feel his reach across to the tables beside the bed. I watch as he rips the condom wrapper open and rolls it down his cock. God, he is huge, I am not sure he will fit. He kisses me and I feel him slowly slide into my body stretching me wide. “Baby you’re so tight.” He groans.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

Everything about her excites him and the more she denies him or try to hide from his prying eyes, the more the urge to have her increases thousand times. But he needs to control his fucking emotions for this little bird. Otherwise, she will be fled and get out of his reach. And then where the chase begins. He smirks. Men like him don't have time for relationship and it's too risky and dangerous. "Boss we have reached." Ivan broke his trance of thought. Adan exhaled a sharp breath watching the chauffer ajar the door and climb out breathing in the air. Sizzling casino is a bar cum casino owned by Adan. Stepping inside his dark brown eyes darts around the place that screams wealth and power. He