Caesar And Joseph Novels & Stories

“That's not my field of expertise.” Caesar was quick to make his escape after the two ladies sympathized with him and promised to chip in his name to some of their friends. After work, Caesar went to his home, got dressed in his regal attire and went straight to Sinai’s home. ***** Sinai was busy cooking for her husband when she suddenly heard the knock on the door. A frown marred her face as she doesn't remember anyone visiting her that day and it was still too early for her husband to arrive from his place of work.

‘Josef, are you alright? ‘Hadrian…’ Josef muttered not looking him in the eye. He was guilty that Hadrian found out that he had been working to usurp the throne from Hadrian, but when he was influenced by Hadrian, he wanted to support his brother in ways he knows he can, even if Hadrian punishes him for his participation in Edmond’s cause. ‘What I’ve heard is enough for me.’ Hadrian answered and smiled at his brother. ‘Come, the night is about to begin.’

Caesar dropped to his knees beside the chair, hand reaching out but stopping just before touching Julian, like he was scared he’d break him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Just… don’t say you hate me. Please.” Julian stood up fast, wiping his face roughly with his sleeve. He couldn’t look at Caesar anymore. He turned back to the laptop, clicking through the drive like a man possessed. There were more folders…encrypted, locked tight, labeled with dates and weird nicknames. He tried everything, but nothing opened. “Let’s go,” Caesar said quietly. “I’ll get someone who can crack them.”

The Caister Weasels froze to the last man and woman. "Give me a paper and some ink, Joseph. Time to repay what was given, yes?" Tristan's voice rang once again when everything around him was scared to even breath loudly in his presence. "O-f of course, Master Tristan." the fat man found his voice but his brain continued to process what he was seeing. It gave him a good delay of almost five breaths before he realized how stupid he looked in front of his people. Hot sticky sweat was splayed on every inch of his body and his knees seemed to weaken with each passing moment. Joseph was even trying very hard to stay in an upright position.

"I see. Please wait a moment." Joseph was a man of many things. Proficient in literature, martial arts, diplomacy, and even medicine. Alice once thought that if compared between Joseph and the second prince, Nelson Spence, not considering the title but in terms of appearance and knowledge. In fact, they are Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

Ceasar is another young cadet in their uniform but with black curly hair exposed out from his army cap. Ceasar bends his back, so he could be at my eye level. I notice his eyes are intense black; I question if any lights could escape from his eyes. He smiles at me, using his upturned eyes locking my gaze. “I haven’t introduced myself officially. I’m Caesar. It is a great pleasure to meet you, Miss Joanne.” He even tries to do a Baisemain. Who would experience a Baisemain by an unfamiliar guy in a normal life? I immediately evades, pretending I didn’t know what he was planning to do.

“Who… who were the people I lived with?” Joseph’s expression darkened. “Their real names were Carl and Louisa. They were once trusted allies. And they betrayed everything.” A breath caught in her throat. He turned back to the portrait, his voice rough with memory. “Rosi… she was my only child. The light of my life. A mafia princess by blood. My daughter.” Ellaya’s pulse roared in her ears. Her mouth went dry. “She didn’t want this world,” Joseph continued. “She fell in love with Michael—clean, dignified. A man of peace. I disapproved at first. But when I saw the way she smiled with him… I let her go.”