Casanova Sentences Novels & Stories

After speaking so much, he felt like he was standing in a science class, having a questionnaire session with the teacher. No! She's too hot to be a teacher. Anom, he thought as he took a quick peek at her inviting curves. Hmph! Cassana expressed her dissatisfaction with his lecherous behavior. If not for her Mother God, she would have already jumped up to teach him a lesson.

It's a short, well played game, and I like Antony even more when it's over. "Great to meet you," Antony says, a hint of a smile on his face as he tries to hide his flexing hand. "Cas, right?" "Aye." My lips quirk upwards. "I'll try not to be a bother. I learned my lesson already." "I appreciate it. I'll be here if you need anything."

Really ? I looked at him and raised one eyebrow at him. He closed his eyes for a second and then shook his head. " Hi... I have been very busy... " he said but kept looking at me. " Were you too busy to even give me a call? I would have helped you in reducing the stress." He flinched at that. " I don't have any stress. Now please leave," he said to her not even looking at her. " Oh!! Sorry to disturb your date. So you are with another girl... you will never change... Mr Casanova. I think I must give friendly advice to your new girlfriend. " and then she looked at me.

[KHALI] ~Flashback~ My schedule had already ended, so I was simply strolling around the casino, as usual, taking in the sights. It's a requirement of my pitboss job. I reached the slot machine section as I continued walking. Those who dislike playing cards prefer to use a slot machine. It is, in fact, simple. You just have to load up your machine, choose your pay lines, set your bet, hit the button, and have fun. Easy, right? But I couldn't fully enjoy my evening since the thoughts of that Jane Casanova— yeah, whatever her name is— irritated me. Not only did she humiliate me in that round, but I was also compelled to be her property. Nobody has any claim to me. I own myself, and I've never i

Cassi pov I had lost my husband in the dungeon for some time now and I sent a guard everyday to ask him if he was willing to admit to his crimes and the every single day they got returned to me to give me the same answer that he was not willing to admit claiming that the only thing he had done before was that he had punched and assaulted my friend and there was nothing more than that and even that was too sore to the ears.

Cassie returned to a booth not far away and began to drink. 'Don't drink so much... Ouch, Cassie, you really don't have to drink so much!' Cassie wanted to knock herself out so that she didn't have to think about what had happened just now. Seeing Cassie insult herself in such a way, Cater felt very sad. He wished he could dig out Javen’s eighteen generations of ancestors and curse them all. 'Let me tell you, Javen is really a cold-blooded person. If it doesn't work, we'll dump him and change him to another one. Anyway, you're not married yet. It's just a change of target, and you won't lose a piece of meat!'

He speeds after me. "And you're no mistress either, you won't even fuck me!" he spits. "That's what whores 'supposed to do, huh? 'Dey fuck 'de man to please them, not piss 'de man off! Dakiki kariya ya kamata kazaunaa indakuka kasance. Shinabin da Kake aka ce! Kana iya a Ji masa rain." I make Daybreak run faster ahead. Finally, Cesar gives up and lets me speed ahead. But His last words were that I hear

Cali sipped her wine, “maybe he got tired, Ren. You’ve been really inconsiderate of his feelings.” This is supposed to be the part where I’ll object and argue with Cali. I admit, she’s making a lot of sense really. She always does. “Maybe,” I hummed, emptying my glass of wine. “What’s up with you?” “I saw Casanova in Manhattan,” she murmured calmly as if she just told me the sky was blue. I choked on my wine, she rubbed my back comfortingly while the guys suddenly stopped talking in front of us. “Ren just loved your Amarone della Valpolicella too much,” Cali added with a giggle for a more convincing statement. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, gathering my wits and manners.

"Don't need you getting too drunk tonight though. I want you to remember tomorrow everything I'll be doing to you tonight." He winked before walking off, looking, unlike her, pretty much unruffled. God, his sexual connotations could be so incendiary, and her knees buckled with raw anticipation. She took a seat on one of the chairs and waited for him. It took her two minutes to realize he was taking too long. She tilted in the direction of the counter only to find Luca talking to a guy. Well the guy was doing the talking, and from the strangled look on Luca's face, he was as uncomfortable as a fish out of water, especially when Casanova pulled too close to him.

I read the sentence twice, then a third time, letting it settle into my bones. A slow smile curved my lips. It wasn’t joy exactly. Joy felt too clean a word for what this was, but it was a sharp and deep satisfaction, a closing of a door that had haunted me for far too long. I leaned back into the seat, exhaling softly through my nose as I kept reading. The article detailed the courtroom scene, the judge’s remarks, and the visible reactions of the public. Casillas’ crimes were laid bare in unflinching language: trafficking, exploitation, abuse. Children. Always children.