The Casanova Novels & Stories

I just sat down staring at her wondering what was so special that had her screaming longer than the normal 20 seconds. "Ruby, he's totally got the hots for you", she screamed gleefully. "What do you mean? I don't think I have to point it out", I said, trying to dampen her mood. " Point what out?", she asked, trying to carry me along. "The fact that he looks and acts like a player, Casanova if you must call it that. I don't want to get in on that" "Don't judge a book by its cover" "I know but you know him more than I do. I mean I might just be guessing but he gives off the vibe"

“Thanks, Cas. I got it. I can use the shadows to travel.” “That’s kind of cool,” Cass admitted, looking impressed. Dannie got up from the bed and stood in the middle of the room. She had thirty minutes to try it out before she had to be in Nashville. “But maybe you could try to take someone with you?” “No, I am just learning this and I don’t have time to put in finesse into it. If I show up right where Voss is and I have someone with me it’s a guarantee the situation will get screwed.” Cass sighed, and Dannie could tell she didn’t like it. Hell, Dannie didn’t like it either, but these were the cards she was dealt so Dannie was going to have to make due. “Okay so now, how do I get this thing

Chapter 7: secure the whole house " At Least he's honest and doesn't deny it." Lucia grumbled. If it was up to her,she wouldn't allow their friend to go with such a man. A man whose reputation was soiled. The city Casanova. But she was aware that this was not about her, but about Miranda's safety. Despite her poor impression of the guy,she didn't have another choice. Lucia was no ignorant person, she understood clearly the intensity of their current predicament. She knew she had to swallow her judgemental words and focus on the greater good.

She had them right where she wanted, if the turned-on looks on their faces were any indication, but she had seen enough to know that men like these feared to confess their attraction to a bigger woman, especially when there were other males present… And so, she wasn’t really surprised when they burst into more laughter, sharper… meaner this time. “I didn’t know they made escorts this big.” One sneered. “Thought they were supposed to be… what’s the word? Petite. Sexy. Not—” he gestured crudely at her body, “—this.” “Careful, Morcetti,” the first one said, his grin spreading wider. “If she rolls over in the night, you might suffocate.”

I hope so desperately I have conceived… That is why I have dressed up for the doctor’s appointment to get a fertility supplement. Cassian turned the drive over once, and when he looked back at me, there was a flicker in his eyes. That cold, unreadable look was gone… replaced by something else. Calculation. Realisation. And pride. He immediately played the recording over and over again, as a smirk curved on his lips. “Gotcha! Romano!” He exclaimed as he turned back to me. “You’ve just casually solved the scandal that’s been choking the Moretti Empire,” he said at last, voice low and deliberate.

Janice said, earning a glare from her uncle. "Is that so?" Nevena queried, raising her eyebrows. "Yes…as uncle was…what is that word?...ahh! A cassandra…" Nevena knitted her eyebrows. "You mean casanova?" "Yes! He said he'd forever be one. And Jean said he wanted a mansion worth billions, built and designed by him. Also a plane and a boat. And an Island too" Janice finished elaborating the terms of the bet. How much was Kamala going to lose?

I am not crazy to do those stuff that would ruin my life and it was not every day. Even though Pawell and Keith were also getting free pussies they are not fond of a threesome, so I got the reputation of being the Casanova. They called me the Prince and the girls who want to be satisfied by me were lining up. They practically throwing themselves at me. Then it was the start, the weak Beam was gone and a heartless Casanova was born. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

--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.”

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

- Do you think he has a mistress? And can it be the blonde in the middle of pole dancing? – I asked, now even more curious. - Cindy? He shook his head. – Well, Heitor Casanova is engaged. And the probability of you finding his bride in Babylon is almost zero. But of all his cases, Cindy is the most serious. - The cases? Well, I'd heard about his hot cocksucker syndrome. But that Cindy girl treated me like she was the real owner of everything, believe me.