Alexander Ludwig As Cato の小説・ストーリー

he said aloud to no one in particular, casting one last glance at Romano. Alexander dashed away from the Bloody Sapphire's tavern, his shoes slick with Romano's blood. He could almost taste it, but all that mattered was his son, Luther, lying peacefully in his little bed at home. Alexander imagined his mother or Cassandra reading him a bedtime story, and Luther asking when he'd be back.

I smiled. Tbc.... How do you think he met and what do you think of Cata

He was still deciding whether to explain the meaning when Cello beat him to it. “Alexein means ‘to defend,’ and anēr means ‘man.’ So… ‘defender of the people,’ right?” Cello said, nodding sagely. Then, with the gravity of someone far older than his years, he added, “I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep. I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.” Alexander froze for a moment — stunned, amused, and oddly moved. A child quoting Alexander the Great?

King Atticus's eyes twinkled immediately and he had a look of complete felicity on his face. Rithambara was highly irritated and wanted to leave as soon as possible because she had to deal with the robbers which she caught last night. She had learnt few things about Roman royal families and men through Cato. When she first saw Augustus , he was exact replica of her imagination. It was a surprise for her because she somewhat had his image in her mind when she thought about Roman men. After getting no reply from him for her welcome , her anger

While Helen appeared thoughtful after hearing what Frank had to say, Luna leapt up, slamming her hand on the table, pointing at Frank as she snapped, "What do you think you are doing?! Cato is my contact, and I can be a referee to his character! Bailing once he gets our money? There's a limit to how much bullshit you can spew, y'know!" "Exactly!" Cato bellowed coldly at Frank, clearly furious too. "I've been operating a serious company for years, and I have a good reputation here in Morhen. Why would I trick some bumpkin from a backwater place like Riverton?! The paltry pay you can barely afford is beneath you—I wouldn't even take the job if Luna never reached out to me… and you'd insult me

started Alexander. "Sh's not going to wake up between now and tomorrow. You need to rest. Or do you think council is going to defeat themselves?" asked Lisa, cutting Alexander off. "Fine, but only because I don't want my cat to think I've abandoned her." sad Alexander. ***

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

"Don't use foul language!" "I use foul language?" Catherine sneered. "When he was young, you all bullied Cato because he had no power. Finally, when he obtained evidence, that shameless old rat, Bob Alter , plotted against him. Not only did he lose the evidence, but people also tried to kill him! Tigers don't eat their cubs, but is Bob Alter even human? He's a filthy rat, a louse in the gutter, forever avoiding the light!" "Catherine! You, you!"

We ran into each other as I was leaving. Oblivious to the connections forming in my head, he continues, “it’s been a while, Nova. A lot has happened. I heard from a little mouse that you can’t recollect a single thing. I'm trying not to take it personally, you not remembering me, it stings.” He touches his chest, as if me not recognizing him has hurt his feelings. “Let me reintroduce myself. Name’s Cato, baby. And I’ve been waiting a very long time for Levi to take his leash off of you.” Cato with his shoulder length messy chocolate brown hair and blank dark eyes buzzes with rage. An all consuming anger. He’s a predator. And I’m the prey.

Gabby passed her little notes during the lecture, scribbled on the back of her worksheet: “This teacher would lose in a staring contest with a potato.” Seris smothered a laugh. From across the school, Phoenix and Lucian sat in Combat Theory, barely listening as the instructor explained defensive formations. They weren’t paying attention to diagrams—they were thinking about Cato. Lucian leaned toward his brother. “You think he’ll try something again?” Phoenix’s jaw tensed. “Not today. But he’s not done. He was humiliated.” “Good,” Lucian muttered. “He deserved it.”