Casanova Novels & Stories

Ivan's POV Patient 222 There's always a lady wearing a white sort of dress and small cap that never seems to fit on her head. In fact, every lady that I've seen in this stupid place all don't have fitting cap. Today he seems to be full of confidence and energy," I hear a lady in white say, looking at her badge! Her name neatly spelt Cassie. Cassie," I repeated thrice nodding my head, blurting out, "Cassie where are my friends? Where's my boyfriend?" The nurse was staring ahead and wheeling me to the interrogation ward. "You long-faced chimpmunk, answer me!" I kept screaming.

There was no storm that night. No raging winds, no warning signs. Just silence. Then headlights. Cayleigh Sasa Montemayor had always imagined her wedding day to be something out of a fairy tale. Growing up in the pristine halls of the Montemayor estate, surrounded by crystal chandeliers, soft classical music, and the scent of lavender that always lingered on her mother’s dresses, Cayleigh was a woman who believed in control. In destiny. In perfection.

The whores giggled, rolling out of their flimsy clothings, exposing their tapering V between their oiled clammy thighs with breasts of varying sizes. The colour rushed to my face. It was bad news Kazamir humiliated me with the new deal, but it was worse to throw bones at me to assuage my anger. If he wanted to apologize, he must bend the knee before me and revoke the fucking deal. I'm no ordinary Alpha. I'm Alpha Cassian of the House of Storstrand, and I_

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ~ Caspian ~ As soon as Caspian saw the headline on Page Six, his head began to spin and he threw the newspaper across the room. There was a photo that the paparazzi took of Audrey. She was spotted out on a date with Anthony Cavanaugh and she was wearing a diamond ring on her ring finger. That’s fúcking bullshit.

I turn to my brothers and neither of them look like they know what to say either. “Oh for goddess sake” says Nova in her amused voice. “Hi Angelina. I am Princess Noraveena but please just call me Nova or Noves. These Jugg heads are the Kings Alex, Peter and Luthor and I am guessing you’ve all realised you are fated mates?” We all nod at Nova. I realise I am still holding Angelina’s hand and I cant bring myself to let go. “Tell us a little about yourself please Angelina?” asks Peter. One of us has finally found their voice. Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing.

He made an odd hmmm sound and I raised my brows and glanced at the screen. "Who are you, I can tell you're a vampire as well from your eyes but they aren't familiar to me since I know several thousand," I growled through the lie threateningly. He chuckled heartily and the sound was warm and comforting. I frowned upon experiencing the feeling. He slipped off the mask and I melted into my chair. He was gorgeous. Face of Adonis and surprisingly blue highlighted black hair that looked really edgy but sexy on him. I concentrated on slowing down my breathing and acted nonchalantly. I know my gray eyes lit up showing him my appreciation for his good looks. It was something out of my control and an

I exhaled slowly and ran a hand over my face, trying to shake off the lingering image, but it only made the heat rise faster, settling into an ache in my pants. My phone screen lit up on the console. It was a text from Cassian: ‘Up for a game?’ ~~~~~~~~~~ The coat assistant took my jacket from me as I walked into Cassian's wine gallery, an over-designed, broody structure perched on a private hill. The air smelled of age-old wine, soft lighting casting golden hues on the racks arranged with wine bottles angled perfectly. I walked through the main hall, heading towards his private room at the back. I didn’t knock, I just walked in like I always did.

The cars lined up. “Get into the third car” Mysterious ordered. Cassandra needed not to be told twice. She knew where Casablanca was, a city in Morocco, how could she not know? Now she has been shipped to Africa seeing the flock of guards all standing before her, she dared not take the option of making a run. She gets into the car only to meet a man even more handsome than the other. “Welcome on board Mrs Carlson, I am Taylor Calvin and we are on our way to Italy, why don't you have some sleep, you slept very little last night '' Cassandra just watched the man smile like a fox, so charming yet so captivating.

“What do you want in return?” Makan turned, smiling faintly. “I want you. All of you.” He pressed his palm against a nearby console. A projection appeared, a contract, its text crawling like a living thing. It was more than a work agreement; it was ownership disguised as opportunity. “You sign this,” Makan said, “and you belong to me. Your voice. Your image. Your future. In exchange, you get what you’ve been dreaming of. A life in the Citadel. A stage for your music. And your mother…” He let the words hang, watching Tunde’s face closely. “…moved here. Treated. Saved.”

“There’s something else. A visitor came asking about you—Cassian.” I tensed slightly,trying to remember if I forgot a name. “Who is Cassian? What buisness would he have with me?” Mira hesitated. “He is a Court Advisor and I think…to intimidate. He has a reputation. Ambitious, dangerous.” I nodded slowly. “He sounds like trouble.” “He is,” she confirmed softly. “Be cautious.” I offered her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Mira. I'm quite capable of handling overconfident vampires.”