The Casanova の小説・ストーリー

Gabrielle shifted into his arms. "So what happened to this Cassie?" I asked. Carson, Zander and Cleo froze. "She was taken," Carson said. "Taken? Taken by whom?" I asked. "Her mate," Carson growled. Well if it's her mate, then I did not see the big deal. "Massimo Romano." I gasped. "The drug lord Alpha from Italy?" "Yes, and he is known to be a psycho when it came on to women. It is said that he rapes his women and beats them." Carson gritted his teeth.

He watched without blinking while Cassandra cupped Graham's face and said something to Graham. Greg became even more surprised when Cassandra nodded and Graham slipped the ring on Cassandra's finger and hugged each other. The day of retribution has finally arrived. His boss is reaping what he had sown. The infamous Casanova was played by his fiancée. That's what Greg had in mind when he witnessed Cassandra and another man getting engaged. Greg couldn't make up his mind whether or not to tell Marty. Greg got out of the car. He walked fast to catch the paparazzo he spotted taking pictures of Cassandra with the other man.

--Cassandra flinched when her brother raised his voice-- “Why would you involve yourself with delinquents from that lawless city?” “Brother, he wasn’t a delinquent. He actually looked like a noble from the northwest…” Cassandra stared at the ceiling as she tried to remember someone who have the same hair color as Dio. “Ah! He had the same hair color with Art, but Art has a lighter shade.” “You mean Art von Romanov?” Cassandra nodded. “I actually thought that he was a noble, but he insisted that he wasn’t.” Casper rested his head on his hand as he looked outside the window. “Since your safe, I guess he wasn’t a bad person.”

A smug look formed on his face, “I don’t know if that’s true.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “I’ve been told my charm could melt the hearts of the coldest women.” “Well, I’m not like every woman you’ve ever met,” I sneered. This guy must be a real Casanova. I give myself a mental pat on the back for not tripping over my own feet, to sink my claws into this man. Then again, I’ve never done that before and I don’t instead start now.

The guy had been going out with her for days now. On that day, immediately Lucia spoke up about how rudely the congressman's son had spoken to Jackson, one of the guys had grabbed her hand and jerked her closer to himself. Lucia had been caught off guard. That made it more difficult for her to defend herself or retaliate. The guy had grabbed her in order to determine how strong she was but when he felt her soft body collide with his, he became aroused and decided to live up to his name. Everyone including his friends knew him as a Casanova and due to his charm, handsome features and money, he didn't need to ask girls out before they threw themselves at this get. He was known as the golden bo

“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 said, before she could say anything and got out of the room, closing the door behind me. “ Damien,” he was leaning against a pillar looking my way. “ Clear my schedule for the day,” I said walking towards my office. “ She is your mate, isn't she?” He figured. “ Yes.” “ Take your time, Caspian. Don't ruin beautiful things,” he said walking up to me. “ I will not accept her as my mate,” I said, clenching my fists. I feel like everything is slipping away through my fingers again. “ Not everyone is the same. Maybe you should give this a chance,” he added.

“You remember?” “Glimpses. Barely. I just remember a warning. They are going to do something. Caspian. They have something that they're planning. The man, Giovanni, he's an alpha. I don't know what kind of alpha he is. But he said something about this. He said something about Adrian, about Daniel.”

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.