The Casanova Novels & Stories

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?"

Really ? I looked at him and raised one eyebrow at him. He closed his eyes for a second and then shook his head. " Hi... I have been very busy... " he said but kept looking at me. " Were you too busy to even give me a call? I would have helped you in reducing the stress." He flinched at that. " I don't have any stress. Now please leave," he said to her not even looking at her. " Oh!! Sorry to disturb your date. So you are with another girl... you will never change... Mr Casanova. I think I must give friendly advice to your new girlfriend. " and then she looked at me.

“You shouldn’t be scared when you’ve got my backing.” Cassano sighed, reaching out for the bottle of whiskey on the table between us. He poured two glasses, offering one to me. I didn’t reach for it immediately. His hand trembled slightly as he took a sip from his glass, and I noticed the way his eyes darted to the door, as if expecting Giovanni himself to burst in at any moment. “I know you’re capable of protecting me,” he said after a moment, placing his glass back down. “But I would rather not be involved from the start, you understand? Giovanni… he’s relentless. I don’t want to become collateral damage in whatever war is brewing between you two.”

I immediately looked away. “He doesn't,” I said immediately. “He does.” “He still hasn't accepted me as his mate,” I said, lowering my voice. “That is his problem.” I smiled despite myself, Athea leaned closer. “You like him,” she stated. “I never said that,” I looked away. “You didn't have to.” Before I could answer, a knock sounded again, this time Caspian entered. His eyes immediately moved towards me. “Good morning,” he said. “Good morning,” I replied. His gaze shifted towards the untouched food.

The wine had warmed my veins, making everything feel hazy and deliciously intimate. Dante propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes tracing the curve of my hip where the sheet barely covered me. "Tell me more about your art, Cassidy," he said, his voice low and curious, like he was unraveling a mystery. "What drives you to create? Is it escape, or something deeper?"

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

- 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.