The Casanova Novels & Stories

These bastards! What did she expect? Everyone followed no rules except the regulations from the organizer of this place, who went by the name Cassanova the Great or Mister Cassanova. The man played behind the doors. Only a chosen individual knew his natural face and kind—those who had shown loyalty to him. But rumors spread that he was a dragon-shifter, one of the most powerful in Hancia.

💖 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.

"There are plenty of other chicks out there. Better ones than her." Luke relaxes his hands, and Casanova slips free and moves to the nearest doorway. "Now if you don't mind, I need to be getting back to work like a good little employee," he says. There's still humor in his voice, but it's darker now. Almost bitter. For a moment, it looks like it's going to end just like that. No one moves. Even Mr. Haymore is perfectly still beside me. "Oh," Casanova adds suddenly, "And you better get someone to look at that nose. It's gushing all over the place."

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.

This is— “Mr. Sanchez.” The voice hits me before I turn around. Deep, with the barest hint of an accent. It fills the room like heavy, inescapable smoke. I turn and—fuck. Vincenzo Casano doesn’t just walk into the room. He claims it. Like the air itself rearranges to accommodate him. He’s tall—even taller than I expected—and built like someone who doesn’t just go to the gym but owns it. His suit is clearly bespoke, molding to broad shoulders and a powerful chest.

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.

A girl who practically looked like a princess from a faraway land and that the least he could do was enjoy the prerogative of being in the hands of a fair maiden. Someone even whistled his support. "I can't believe you know a person like that," Cynthia started the moment they were far enough not to be overheard by the person in question. Dylan frowned and shook his head once. "What do you mean by that?" Dylan asked. Cynthia halted and turned to him, arms crossed. "Oh. By that, you mean. The notorious Cassanova Jon Castro, who gets all the girls? Yeah. I know him. So?" "He feels… off," she said. "And he called me sweetheart."

Then he looked away and walked past me expressionlessly. As if we were strangers. I walked towards the crowded regular elevator while he walked towards the one exclusive to him. As soon as I entered Group C's office, everyone greeted me warmly. I was quite amused. Would they still have such bright grins when they knew I had already had a nasty fallout with Derek? Even Sonia didn't mind me being in full charge of the project. She patted my shoulder and cheered me up. Emma pulled me aside quickly. "Tabitha, Mr. Casanova went out with a female subordinate in his department last night."

Casio cursed in Italian hitching for a fight but Jack being the gentle, calm one who despises trouble just shrugged ignoring Casio's insulting words. " Easy there you two," Romano said trying to calm Casio down. " Shut up" He growled and Romano immediately went silent. He was scared of Casio knowing he could crack his skull open with just one of his huge arms. " All of you are fucking putas" He cursed using one of Russia's abusive words while slamming his two fists on the table furiously. Romano shivered while Jack just stood there looking at Casio calmly. " Something has been bothering me guys" Jack suddenly spoke up and the two men immediately turned to give him their attention with Romano