The Casanova Novels & Stories

“I can handle this.” I proposed a business plan to PeekFlix that could increase their proceeds, and I would offer him a fortune higher than his current net worth than any entertainment business could. That should be enough. “The tabloids have branded you a Casanova, whatever that means. Have you ever thought about handling that?” Casanova meant a ladies’ man. I mostly fucked women from my circle, successful women who already had a name because they all knew what to expect when they jumped on the bed with me. It was only the media making false stories about it.

Cassie's POV I had finally changed into a satin gown that pretty much felt naked without the robe when I saw him sitting close to his desk. As much as I wanted to convince myself that he didn't see anything, a huge part of me knew it was a lie which only left me thinking and questioning everything that Elena had told me earlier about people like him. They were perverted and would hop on every opportunity they had to devour anything on a skirt. He didn't and it suddenly became a problem.

His great grandfather had a saying in Italian that said, if the first is weak, he is undeserving of the throne. His father didn't seem to mind either, the crown was too much of a burden to bear and Leonardo frequently took off days. He was very close to his grandfather Gino and he admired and respected his grandfather a lot, but his grandfather had always been very critical of him, of how he ran the affairs of the pack, of his lifestyle and most especially his love life. Leonardo Durante was known to be the popular Casanova from Milan, he had a new girl every week and everyone knew him as an heartbreaker. He was never in serious relationships, because he always found out different ways to ru

Zandro's POV "Good afternoon Mr. Fontanella" I was entering the Grand Central Tower lobby when the staff greeted me. "Good afternoon", I replied shortly, heading to the private elevator going to my penthouse. I wanted to take rest. My entire week was so busy that I needed a recharge for my well-being. I just arrived here in New York through my private jet. I will attend Elle, Stanley's daughter birthday on Saturday. I came early to loosen up before my Dad handed me the company as CEO at the end of the month. I tossed my shoes somewhere the moment I opened my door. I still have two hours to rest before I go to Stanley's house for dinner.

It hugs all my curves and I close my eyes for a few seconds before the door opens again and a man I have seen plenty of times enters the room. “Look at you, I can see why women want to be you and men want to be with you,” he says in his raspy voice. Giovanni Parisi. My eyes move to his and I see the glint of satisfaction in his. “Let’s have some dinner and discuss what is going to happen next,” he says, grabbing my hand tightly and pulling me out of the room.

“You, young lady, are still with me and your face will be pressed against my chest until Zephyr has us far away. Deal?” “Deal,” she says, hugging me tightly. Once again, Avani and Cedric take off first. Then, Ajax, with Naida, and then Kano with Keagan. As expected, Keagan looks at the field and instantly slaps a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with terror. “Ready?” I ask Nova. She tucks her face tightly against my chest, closing her eyes and I begin to purr, my arms wrapped tightly around her, as Zephyr lifts off.

The Story of Lisa and Alarick: "Hi, I'll have an americano with hazelnut cream and two extra shots of espresso please." I say to the barista, sighing and running my hands through my hair. I was so tired from the night before. I'm a medicine major and I have been studying nonstop for an anatomy exam we have coming up in a few days. "That's a shit load of caffeine for such a small body don't you think?" A husky voice vibrates in my ear. It's those kind of seductive voices that makes you throb and moan in need to be pleased. A voice I haven't heard in a while.

In the end, both the wolf spirit and the nervous system would die together. I was already beyond saving. Death awaited me. Even if I told him the truth, what would it change? At most, it would wring a few more tears out of him when I died. What was the point? Casey’s voice dripped with a cruel satisfaction, as though he was savoring the taste of revenge. “All this groveling for a salary? Or is it because Charles Windsor landed in Silver Prison, and now that your backer’s gone, you've come crawling to me?”

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

Did Curtis send him? “You are Cassandria Bristol-Romano. CEO of Bristol-Romano International. Your brother is Andros, and you moved here a little over a year ago.” Warning bells start going off in my head as I step back when Andros comes over and moves me away as he hugs the man. “Matteo, let me introduce you. Cass, this is my friend and boss, Matteo DeAngelis.” I blink, looking from my brother to this sex god. He is the mafia king, the man who is untouchable.