The Casanova Novels & Stories

"Hold up, Mr. Casanova! With your reputation, I bet your ex-girlfriend list is longer than a traffic jam in New York City that stretches all the way to Sicily!" Leonardo chuckled heartily, his laughter filling the air. "Okay, okay, you got me there," he admitted with a grin. "But I assure you, none of them could hold a candle to you, baby." "Oh, really?" I retorted, feigning disbelief. "You're going to use the 'none of them can hold a candle to you' line on me? Smooth move, but I've heard that one before, Mr. Casanova." I couldn't help but laugh, trying to maintain my teasing facade. "Flattery will get you nowhere," I teased, a smile playing on my lips. "I've dealt with smooth talkers like y

He could never have peace in his grave. As Gabrielle came out of the basement, Antonio poured him a glass of vodka. He gulped it up, and stormed out of the bar. Antonio followed suit, increasing his pace. Xuan stood at the parking lot, chewing his tobacco. He couldn't back down now, The reward was too enticing. He could have the whole Casanova empire to himself, plus enough wealth to last him a lifetime, and a beautiful shawty as a bonus. He chuckled again, imagining Gabrielle would close his eyes in death forever.

His uncle shook his hand and started to leave. “See you later, son. Got some interesting birds to catch up with.” Nat laughed, picturing his uncle, the same restless volcano he’d always been along with his entourage: a harem of frail, hapless, sun-tanned girls in golf miniskirts, shirts, and caps. They fluttered around him as he placed his hands at their sides and escorted them to a nearby sit-out. Once Lucious disappeared, Antonio approached. Antonio, the Italian Casanova Don who had once trapped Zara in his cage, probing her for money.

Of course, that bad look of a looser he knew. "Bob, I always told you that you're just too old to learn the tricks of those yanks from downtown the county, while sitting at the table gambling." Casanova noted sternly. Bob chuckled and hesitantly listening as though there's something much more than what he said. Each nodded as they moved from ear shot to continue with their conversation. Casanova was his informant in the military and that makes them more intimate in the drug deal business in the hood.

The man is none other than Caspian, Samuel's biggest enemy in the business world. Samuel's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Caspian,” he murmured, as if the name brought back memories of an angry past. Roland watched Samuel's expression from the rearview mirror. “He is your greatest enemy, sir. Caspian was your greatest obstacle before the fraud case broke. And now he's with Cassandra. That must make your plan even more interesting.” Samuel chuckled, his tone deep, filled with hidden resentment and pleasure. He stared at the photo of Cassandra looking so happy. “Ironic, isn't it? She chose my enemy as her refuge. It really is like a game set up by the universe.”

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-FOUR *It's about time I know what the heck is going on! I won't be left in dark anymore* "I do, I think. Why?" Hannah pursed her lips. Janice chuckled. "Everything.... all the horrible things Casanova did to you, Hannah do you think I would make it easy for him huh?" Hannah squinted at her friend dubiously. "Janice, what on earth did you do to Casanova?"

Before Justin could give a reply, the elevator made a sound indicating that they'd reached the ground floor. Justin Bellomy was quite a popular person because not only was he handsome with a nice attitude and beautiful smiles, and a gentleman as well but he was a Casanova, you could never find him with the same woman twice and if by chance you get to see him, it was with different women of different kinds, heights, beauty, attitude, status, etc. It was said that whenever he saw a pretty lady, he would want to hook up with her but what was shocking was that all the ladies he picked up would always testify that he never slept with them even when they tried seducing him, at first the topic of í

How is he doing in his academics? Continuous coming to casinos and clubs made Ivan famous in youth. girls started to themselves on him and he absolutely took advantage of this opportunity. Every night he used to bring new girl in his penthouse then a good fuck and then Tata bye. He never repeated to any girl. That's why girls started to call him Casanova, he got a tag of ' he changes girls like they are his tee shirts' and it was true. Rebecca also got attracted towards his body at first. She was in a relationship with Damon for the last 2 years.

it's like branches of a tree, they may grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one. Who would have thought that a Billionaire Casanova would fall in love with me..

"Seven forty-five in the evening. Why?" Casper frustratedly ruffled his hair because of what Caspian said. "Mr. Jang Lazaro organized a party at District five! You should go there since you are the Mafia Boss in Ciudad Reál! Gosh, you are making my head hurts." He massaged the bridge of his nose. "Technically, I told them that I won't come because I am regaining my sleep." Caspian took a sip on his coffee. "So you won't come?"