The Casanova Novels & Stories

Honestly, I’ve never looked far and would not have seen myself as the person I am now in a million years. I reached out for the toner and lotion, dabbing them on my face. Pulled out a white dress shirt, red tie, and Giorgio Armani suit I bought on one of my trips to Italy. Flicking my necktie, I stared intently at the Casanova that can sweep girls off their feet. Except, this time around, I am meeting the ‘real’ Casanova.

, she had heard from her friends tall and large men were usually well endowed. "Do you want to feel it?," He smiled approaching her, Cassie continued to step back until she was trapped against a wall and Lorenzo pinned her placing his left hand around her neck while he brought her her hand down to his massive cock. it was so hard, she felt it would knock her out if he slapped her with it. "He's a mafia Don, A killer, you can't be doing this!" Her mind screamed at her again and this time it was able to knock her back to her senses as she forcefully pushed him back and yelled at him.

Just a void. And then last week, out of nowhere, he appeared on every newsstand in Manchester, England. Only now he wasn’t Mason Fabian, the man I had once kissed under flickering streetlamps and shared ramen with on stormy nights. He was Caspian Clarence, tech tycoon, media darling, billionaire, but I knew better. I stepped forward, crossing the street like a woman walking toward her fate. The magazine trembled in my hand, but my spine stayed straight.

"I can't believe it. Ms. Emerson's fixation with birthmarks at the casino was so intense that having the right one could skyrocket you to the top." I fought to stay awake, but my body kept slipping further down. Blood was gushing from the back of my head, and I knew I could not last much longer. "What... What are you planning to do..." Madness flickered across his face, and he spoke with his chest heaving wildly, "I got it all wrong. I thought she just wanted a boy toy... No, I can't let you get ahead. "If you do, you'll never forgive me... just like I can't forgive you!"

And I muttered, “I’m nobody, Charlie. There’s nothing special about me. You’re just messing with me, calling me hot, because I’m not.” He nudged my palm, his nose wet and warm. “No messing around, Beatrice. I was Charles Leopold von Edelstein once,” he sighed. “I was a spoiled brat, even a prince, Casanova of the ball. Flirted with Anna-Lise, spun her around once, and that Prussian prick lost his shit. Killed her, his fiancée over jealousy. Regretted it, cursed me with Erasmus’s magic. Now I’m this dog with a nose for trouble and eyes for you.”

I can foretell that the idiot is grinning widely. " Huh! I will not forget that. You owe that to me", I cunningly uttered. "Don't give me that tone Wesley", he sound threatening. "Or else, I will not give you discount on my plane". " Oh man, I'm just kidding. Don't take it seriously", I was smiling mischievously. My friend is extremely rich. He become the acting General Manager of my hotel in New York only because of a dare. A dare that only the two of us know that involved Natasha. His family owned the Salvatier Aircraft Manufacturing Inc. Since college, he already started his apprenticeship and work full time when he graduated. Playing as a hotelier is only his part time hobby. No big deal

I brought my face close to hers but she pushed it aside and walked away. "Good day masters, what kind of flowers do you want?," a train of ladies greeted in chorus flashing their best smile. I turned to look at Cas and she was brooding with a malicious aura that sent chills down my spine. No woman had ever affected me the way Cassandra did. She was too amusing and appealing at the same time. It was hard to resist a woman like her. "I want carnations the yellow kind and a white lotus flower," Cas stated her demand holding me like her life depended on it.

“Aurora…” “Let me finish” I said, raising my hand at Dante who frowned “Caspian is a cop who was against what Giovanni did. He sent men to go after him, his mate is an agent as well. Both didn’t want me getting in trouble with the Giovanni business and have been trying to get me out of it. Third, there is no such thing as a sire bond. Not in the sense that you referred to at least. Therefore, the next time you choose to listen to someone, or want to accuse me of something like that…”

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.