Novel & Cerita Casanova Sentences

I flicked my head up, my eyes narrowed in slits at the man standing above me, his arms crossed over his torso while he held up that smug look I desperately want to wipe away with the back of my training boots. Smug son of a bitch. “That’s too much cursing, by the way.” Cassain pointed out, still as ever hearing and intruding my thoughts with his unwelcomed presence, an action he seems to enjoy way too much. “Of course, I enjoy listening to you curse me out fifty times a day. It warms my heart that I’m so loved by you.” Though he held up a smile, his tone dripped with sarcasm.

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE: FOURTEEN YEARS AGO CASPIAN'S POV I sat in the back of the car and stared at nothing. Don’t leave me. The words kept repeating in my head in my own voice. I had said them. In a stopped elevator. Against her mouth. Like a man who had run out of better options. I could still feel the sentence leaving my throat. I could still see the shock on Serena’s face when she asked why she could not divorce and I gave her nothing.

“About Alina. About where we were. About what she’s done.” Ash’s head lifted, hope flickering again—this time tempered. “Just… not all at once.” Casius’s mouth curved faintly. “Not all at once.” Ash nodded, accepting that boundary more easily than Casius had expected. “I get it,” he said after a moment. “Some things you don’t d******d all at once. You let them load.” Raven snorted softly. Ash grinned sideways at him. “What? It’s a good analogy.” “Terrible,” Raven replied. “But accurate.”

“Besides, why will I want to sign a contract with you? You got angry when I kissed the other male in the act.” “Hmm, you have a point.” He said placing his index finger near his lips like he was in deep thought. I wriggled my brows at why this was even a thought at all. Did he like me? No. Certainly, no way a Casanova like him could fall so fast and get jealous. To think of it, he acted possessively. Was it just my thoughts or it was true? “I do have a point?” I stared at him as we stood on the tarred road staring at each other. “Yes,”

Dash POV As I stand in the middle of the room while everyone claps after my name was announced, I feel like a fucking fraud. I feel like I shouldn’t be here, because I might be a bachelor on paper, but I feel like I am taken, and until I have sex with Grace and manage to get her out of my system, I shouldn’t be accepting this award.

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, making gurgling sounds. "However, this isn’t entirely a bad thing, right? From what I know, Mr. Cassano abandoned his wife and ran off with his mistress. You say so, don’t you? When the time comes, I’ll go to the House of Hell. Do you think the King of Hell will ease the sins on my body just because I’ve done a good deed like this before?" The man laughed to himself as he spoke.

"By the way, I'm Zandro, and you are?" "Ysabelle". I stammered. "Keep your cool Belle", I reminded myself. "What a lovely name", he smiled. I felt my heart tightened of that sight. This man really know how to use his charm. “So are we friends now?" "Yes..,yes..,ofcourse " I quickly replied. "So are you from here?" He asked. "Nope, honestly I was lost. I was fascinated by this place. Too late to notice that I lost my way back to Fontanella building", I explained. "Mind to tell me if where are we exactly?”

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.

Charles had explained to me that Cassio made statues of him and any girl, who had created an impression. Cassio was a psycho, keeping the statue while this screaming lady was still with him. “The word faithfulness, and you is something that is parallel to each other. You can never cross. Faithful? Indeed.” He scoffed, “Where should I start from? Your one night stand with the Duke of Winston hills when we were still dating? Or your escapades with Carl at the pack council?” He listed.