Casanova Sentences Novels & Stories

[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.

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.

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.

Ansaldo. I scrambled backwards, quickly making my way to my feet. My heart pounded uncontrollably. I met his gaze; anger ran through me. ‘I wasn’t the same helpless girl when we first met you, dick.’ That's what I wanted to say, but provoking him now wouldn’t be the smartest move. Keeping quiet might be my best choice. Ansaldo stepped closer, burying his hands in his pockets. “I have to say, you’ve got spirit since the last time we met. Casio must be proud.” He said calmly. “But you’re still the stupid, weak little girl as back then.”

This caused the man to become overly aroused. Caspian let out a grunt, as he whispered in her ear, -Don't say I didn't try to be nice, when it was you who provoked me, woman, you will regret what you just did. Laughing, Sara replied, "You still like me, and you can't deny it, your body is on fire. At that moment Caspian, rammed her hard, causing Sara, to swallow her words, and she could not continue speaking, in a correct way. This made Caspian smile as he whispered to her. -Sara, no matter what you say now, I know very well that you are, doing this to make me focus, on your center, but honestly I am dying, to taste your other side, I want to penetrate that wrinkled hole, don't be so mean an

My tone dropped into something even hell couldn’t touch. “Una morte veloce è il paradiso per i peccatori... Ma una morte lenta è il primo inferno.” (A quick death is heaven for sinners... but a slow death is the first hell.) Cassian’s knees nearly buckled. I stepped even closer, lowering my voice like a dagger sliding between ribs. “I will cut off your limbs… one after the other. Pluck out your eyes. Rip your tongue. Break every tooth in your mouth.

I said while looking everywhere but him. "I was always shameless when it came to you. Sadly, you never notice." I felt his words had double meanings. I looked back at him and tried to understand, but I wasn’t getting what he was trying to say. "Girls were and are my weakness. People don’t call me Casanova for nothing, you know?" He raised his eyebrows proudly, and I fumed again, thinking what kind of person he is. Moreover, he is using me in the name of Bella and my dear ones.

He thought about the question for a second then probably decided that there was no harm in answering her. "Anything and everything that would make him money. Drugs, guns, women, exotic animals...take your pick." "I see..." She'd guessed as much. By this time, they were pulling up to the office building. Casiuss snapped his seatbelt off and turned to face Faith. "You know," he started, "Whenever you're around, I end up talking far more than I do in a week." Faith gulped. Casiuss was a very intense man and having the full force of his attention on her like this would make any red-blooded woman squirm. She was no exception.