Casanova Sentences Novels & Stories

It would only upset her if she should learn how horrible Cane was. Cassie walked in and caught the tail end of his words. "You won't break our baby," Cassie said, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist from behind. "You are the gentlest man I know." "I have killed people, Cass," Aser whispered, staring at the empty crib. "With these hands."

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

Richard’s broken sentences would have been amusing if she could have laughed. “Hot, tight, wet,” Cassian gritted out through clenched teeth. “I won’t last either.” “Please. Please don’t stop. I need more—faster.” She tried to take over the rhythm that threatened to drive her crazy. Cassian cursed, and the two men picked up the pace. Her body burned from the inside out. Probably due to the hot, burning blood that boiled in her veins. One man tunneled in her ass while another pulled from her cunt, never leaving her completely empty.

Of course, that bad look of a looser he knew. "Bob, I always told you that you're just too old to learn the tricks of those yanks from downtown the county, while sitting at the table gambling." Casanova noted sternly. Bob chuckled and hesitantly listening as though there's something much more than what he said. Each nodded as they moved from ear shot to continue with their conversation. Casanova was his informant in the military and that makes them more intimate in the drug deal business in the hood.

Veron said, “Sir, Kaze Lee then said if you don’t want to die, keep your hands away from the Viper's Den affair…” “Keep my hands away from the Viper’s Den’s affair? Is that what he said?” Casius asked. “Yes, sir!” Veron answered as she lowered her head. The atmosphere in the car felt intense and pressuring. A while later, Casius chuckled. “Interesting. Kaze’s first message makes me feel like he’s just a clown; his second message makes me realize he’s not that simple.”

We step out as it collapses behind us. Unbothered. Untouched. Unstoppable. Cassain glances at me. “You enjoyed that.” I don’t deny it. “I learned something.” “That it won’t stop?” he asks. “That it’s getting desperate,” I correct. A pause. “And sloppy.” His lips curve slightly. “It's almost over." Because desperate things? They make mistakes. And mistakes? They get caught. I look back once. “He’s running out of places to hide,” I say quietly.

"There are plenty of other chicks out there. Better ones than her." Luke relaxes his hands, and Casanova slips free and moves to the nearest doorway. "Now if you don't mind, I need to be getting back to work like a good little employee," he says. There's still humor in his voice, but it's darker now. Almost bitter. For a moment, it looks like it's going to end just like that. No one moves. Even Mr. Haymore is perfectly still beside me. "Oh," Casanova adds suddenly, "And you better get someone to look at that nose. It's gushing all over the place."

Other side:- Maxwell's lips curled into a twisted grin as he sat in his car, the darkness of the night reflecting the shadows in his heart. He replayed the conversation in his mind, feeling a surge of exhilaration at the thought of being back in the game with Cassian. "Cassian, Cassian, Cassian," he murmured with a mocking tone. "How can I let you win this time? Do you think you can keep your precious little fiance' safe? Not a chance."

Cassian said before bolting out of the room as though he was making an escape. "Don't go, darling. Let's have fun!" Serena called out, giggling when she saw the way he made a run for it. … After entering the room next door, Cassian quickly took a cold shower to calm himself down. Then, he sat on the couch and mumbled to himself, "Serena really is a siren. Even the slightest move from her makes me want to give in to my urges. I wonder if it's because I'm young and in the prime of my life, or if she's a born temptress."

“That sick, twisted motherfucker.” Sarah reached for the note stuck to one of the pieces. Read it aloud, voice shaking. “He is a bastard. This is how Cassian uses his clients. Do you still believe that bastard understands the meaning of love? He only understands using his dick.” She dropped it like it burned. Jonas stood up abruptly. Paced once, twice, fists clenched. “I hope that bastard rots in hell,” he said.