The Casanova Novels & Stories

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.

💖 prologue 💖 She felt his lips nipping her neck driving her crazy and she moaned softly. “, please don’t”, she whispered unable to find her voice. “ I can’t……. you drive me crazy”, he said” I must have you Cassie I must”,😘 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 Meet Cassandra reis married to Domingo Salvador a rich businessman with investment scattered all over. But if anyone told her she would cheat on her husband who she loves with a handsome stranger she would probably trim his head off.

Looks like my handyman is a regular Casanova. Mr. Haymore pushes through the people who've gathered near us. "What the hell is going on - " The blond guy with the bloody nose roars and charges. The woman shrieks again, but Casanova ducks easily out of the reach of his opponent. Bloody Nose definitely has the height in this battle, but his opponent has the speed and the muscle. When Bloody Nose comes in for another charge, Casanova clocks him right in the cheek. Beside me, Mr. Haymore's starting to go purple.

The cars lined up. “Get into the third car” Mysterious ordered. Cassandra needed not to be told twice. She knew where Casablanca was, a city in Morocco, how could she not know? Now she has been shipped to Africa seeing the flock of guards all standing before her, she dared not take the option of making a run. She gets into the car only to meet a man even more handsome than the other. “Welcome on board Mrs Carlson, I am Taylor Calvin and we are on our way to Italy, why don't you have some sleep, you slept very little last night '' Cassandra just watched the man smile like a fox, so charming yet so captivating.

Chapter 13: His For A Week DEVON'S P.O.V “Who the fuck is this again, Papá? Aren’t you tired of changing whores?” the man with a golden hair rolled his eyes and stared at me. More like eyeing me from head to foot. It made me feel awkward. “Who the fuck are you, slut?” I don’t understand where his burst out came from. Nonetheless, I should be professional. As I say, the life of being a courtesan is not easy.

As one of the Riverbank Seven, Casius was an ambitious man and things with him were more than met the eye. Casius might be working with the Ryokanians but given his personality, he would never settle as a mindless puppet, so having secret businesses and offshore accounts were only normal. “You are not even Casius’ core member. The Ryokanians got the wrong person,” Kaze said. “Yeah. I’m just a useless piece of shit. I don’t know that many secrets, but I am no idiot. Casius wanted me to help him run companies and hold illegal assets, so I have something to protect myself.

Nine years ago, my family used me to pay off their debts. That was how I ended up married to the most dangerous man in the Rivoli underworld, Vincenzo Casanova. Everyone said I was lucky. My family was ruined, and I was its last heir. Marrying Vincenzo was supposed to be my one chance at a new life. I believed them. I thought if I played my part and never caused trouble, our marriage might actually last. I was wrong. At our ninth anniversary party, Vincenzo walked into the ballroom hand in hand with his secretary, Chiara Moretti. Chiara was all smiles, one hand resting on her belly. She announced that she was pregnant with Vincenzo's child. With Rivoli's most powerful families watching, Vinc

She made a pouty face and served some cheesecake on a plate to Ivan. "Ladies, being a genius Casanova, I know I should not be interrupting a cat fight, but I have to. You see Liza Cassandra, your friend here is just my girl-friend, not girlfriend and as much as I would love that, I am afraid I don't suit your friend's taste. So, if you will excuse me, I am having a romantic date with my cheesecake and I don't plan on diverting my attention anywhere else." He licked his lips like a devil and attacked the cheesecake with his fork. "Phssssssst"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ~ Caspian ~ As soon as Caspian saw the headline on Page Six, his head began to spin and he threw the newspaper across the room. There was a photo that the paparazzi took of Audrey. She was spotted out on a date with Anthony Cavanaugh and she was wearing a diamond ring on her ring finger. That’s fúcking bullshit.

And now, how can I leave without even tasting it? “Don’t ask. I knew how women love cakes!” he said as if he already read what was on my mind. I looked at him as his stares never left me too. I guessed, he was indeed a Casanova and that, he changed his women as often as he changed his clothes. But who could have ever thought that this Casanova was madly in love with a mermaid? Or should I say… who could have ever wondered that he was literally and figuratively obsessed with a mermaid?