Casanova Sentences Novels & Stories

He started the car, driving us back in the direction of the mansion. “This just sucks. The first few cases I decided to dip my feet into, they slapped a murderer on my head. I haven't been to the orphanage in days and my house probably isn't even safe anymore.” I complained putting on my seatbelt. “When you say it that way, I completely understand why you would be having a meltdown.” Cassian's long fingers surprisingly looked attractive on the wheel. I had a thing for men who drove like this. “I'm not having a meltdown!” I countered.

he said and gulped in heavily. I tried to recollect where and when before the memories of a girl came to my mind. However I'd not secured any injuries, neither did she. " Why haven't you called since all this while," I asked. " Because... Mr Cassian, we've nothing to say than to offer you our sincere apologies," he said again and I replied with no words. The hazy memories of her telling me that she didn't sleep with me for my money came rushing back to my head.

I wanted him to fuck me till I forget how to speak. "You're so delicate…" Cassian whispered as his hands creeped down to my clit and I threw my head back and let out an embarrassingly loud sound when his finger pressed against my wet heat. "I can't wait to ruin you…"

“why?, because I make made you realise what you're missing, no need to be afraid mi casa I can give you everything you can come to me” “ you know what you are”,she said angrily”you are a crazy demented bastard”. he smiled” I have been called a lot of things, but not a demented bastard you are very good, I wonder why all that energy is bottled up, Cassandra reis I’m going to have you”. Cassie scoffed” all the bastard remembers my name”. “ I can never forget your name. It’s etched in my memory”,he said” how about we start with a kiss beautiful”.

Cassie said in a raised voice. "Age has nothing to do with it, Cassie he is one of the most powerful vampires in this country." Marcella told her "Great, When do we leave?" Cassie asked as she got up. "Now your father is waiting in the carriage." Marcella said. Cassie turned to face her. "I'm tell you now mother, if he so much as lays a hand on me I will kill him." Cassie screamed. Marcella grabbed her roughly by the arm and squeezed it hard.

He hissed. "Well, I think Alejandro is in love or not." I started. "What! Really!" He burst out cutting me off. "Damn! You're excited huh!" I guessed. He laughs loudly. "Excited? Do you hear yourself, buddy? Of course, buddy, if he's in love then Casanova's life is over. I'd love to hear more about that. Alejandro is a species that needs to settle. He is handsome and smart to be wasted." He blabbered really excited.

The wine had warmed my veins, making everything feel hazy and deliciously intimate. Dante propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes tracing the curve of my hip where the sheet barely covered me. "Tell me more about your art, Cassidy," he said, his voice low and curious, like he was unraveling a mystery. "What drives you to create? Is it escape, or something deeper?"

“Because you never let me…” The statement caused me to frown, but I did not ask why because I was too hesitant to ask. “Do you like him?” he asked calmly, gazing at my lips as if he wanted to kiss me. I nodded and said nothing. “Beware of this Casanova.” With a rough laugh, I let out. “I don’t care who he is; all I care about is that he makes me feel better.” His eyes turned a deep shade of black, making my breath hitch as he whispered, “How?”

"Does your IQ drop to zero when you fall in love?" "I just lack experience." "But you come across like a Casanova." Joe did not understand. "What does that mean?" He was not familiar with the term. "In simpler terms, it means you've dated many women. You've been through the lot and never stuck to one." "That's a big misunderstanding." Joe shrugged. "I'm a perfectly innocent man!" "Well, you do give off that vibe." "How can you just sling my name through the mud?" Joe was helpless and puzzled. "I don't get it. How do I give off this Casanova vibe?"

I said in a hard voice. She bobbed her head. “Yes, he… he is around.” I patted her head like she was a good fucking cat. “Good.” I walked into Marino’s office like I owned the god-damned place. Soon it was going to be mine anyways. The asshole was sitting behind his desk sipping wine. “Wow, look who we have here.” he beamed. “The one and only Cassano.” “Hey Marino. How are you doing?” I asked, sitting in front of his desk. Matteo stood behind me.