The Casanova Novels & Stories

- Happy Birthday darling. We hugged and I forced a smile. - Thanks. My twenty-first birthday had arrived. What should have been a day of celebration turned into a terrible reminder: I was ready to marry Kaanadan Salvatore. Ready to marry a man I only knew two facts about: That he became O Capo dei Capi after his father's death in the rain of blood—a day marked between the biggest slaughter in the meeting of two mafias; and that he received the nickname of The Knight of Death, after killing a hundred people in 3 hours before the next day. One of them was his own cousin.

she demanded, her tone wary. Rosa paid no heed to the questions, her resolve unwavering. "If you want Celine, I can lead you to her," she affirmed, her words laced with determination. ******** Luca's gaze lingered on the untouched glass of whiskey in front of him, a symbol of his troubled state of mind. He had been sitting at the bar, lost in his thoughts, for what felt like an eternity. Each heavy sigh that escaped his lips carried the weight of his inner turmoil. Just as despair threatened to consume him entirely, a gentle tap on his back broke through the haze. He turned to see Maria. In a swift moment, he drew her into his embrace and held her like she was his lifeline.

He's like my other best friend who doesn’t get tired of me speaking about myself as weird as that may seem and sound, I know. "Well, I know your fashion will simply not disappoint. It never does," he chuckled and I could already imagine him smoking a cigar as he says this. He's probably sitting in the back of his limousine on the way to one of his mysterious meetings. Or maybe he's cruising through town with one of his diamond covered cars because he has the money to do that.

Alessandro inclined his head, the barest of response but his hand didn't leave me. So she was the Capo from the other night, the one in charge of the underground fight rings and illegal gambling. “And this…” Her assessing gaze dragged over me like she evaluating livestock. “…is the wife I’ve heard so much about.” I stood my ground and held her stare. She didn't faze me—there were plenty of women like her back in Eden. Alessandro didn’t answer her. Instead, he guided me forward to sit on the sofa in front of her desk.

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.

- Do you think he has a mistress? And can it be the blonde in the middle of pole dancing? – I asked, now even more curious. - Cindy? He shook his head. – Well, Heitor Casanova is engaged. And the probability of you finding his bride in Babylon is almost zero. But of all his cases, Cindy is the most serious. - The cases? Well, I'd heard about his hot cocksucker syndrome. But that Cindy girl treated me like she was the real owner of everything, believe me.

But I have to gather all of my rationality for my future. "I won't think it that way, know why? It's the most wonderful night I ever had. Most wonderful sex I ever had and the most wonderful orgasm I ever had in my life." He said as he reached my hand. "Stop kidding around Casanova. You have a camp, do you?” "I do, but I could cancel that for you." I don't know what he is doing. It's scaring me. Scaring me that I’ll fall in love. "Just go." I shooed him.

He wrote a list of things for her as well. Norman and Jacob were in Nathan's office early having coffee with Nathon. "We see it went well with your bride to be last night. Where did the two of you sneak off to last night?" Norman asked. "We came to my office here to show her my work," Nathan replied reading a new publication. "She fell for that," Jacob laughed. Nathan gave him a warning look. "Actually Cassie knows quite a bit about the Lady Vacscore broach from 1642. She even knew the map of where we were going next. I want to bring her along," Nathan told them both.

'Try me. "Sure," he said, giving her his sweetest smile. He kissed her smoothly and passionately. Just a slight movement, but she already let out a moan. That's the effect of a Caspien Muller on a girl. "Your name, hottie?" Her voice was sultry, and she was talking in between her soft groans. He pulled out and gave her a charming smile. "Caspien." He winked. "I'll call you Cas," she said. "Let's get laid tonight."

It is Caspian who has never once survived a New York winter without quietly suffering through every single day of it, and the future Underboss of the Sorano Syndicate has spent years using me as his convenient excuse. "France," I say. "Convicted rapist," Caspian says flatly. Laurent Faucher is gone before the word rapist finishes landing in the air between us. I note privately, with full sincerity, that this toxic, ratchet criminal deserves to be pressed firmly against the inside of a prison cell for a very long time. "Netherlands."