Caesar Lost Novels & Stories

Alastair shook his head, holding the bagger steady, one wrong move would have the other's head rolling away. "Hahahaha!" Caesar laughed, his eyes suddenly shining with tears as he stared up at the reincarnation of his brother, the one he used to love dearly, the one he was willing to give up his life for. He almost regretted his actions, he almost wanted to turn back time and rewrite their history...yeah, almost. "This is not the Alastair I know, you can't be this weak if you want to rule over the people, just do it!"

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

Once Chelsea finally finishes saying goodbye to Rojo and her catfish, I lead her into the house to show her her room. As soon as we enter the front door Chelsea and Caleb stop and stare on in awe at the foyer. When Chelsea notices the fountain with the witches and the wolves she runs over to it laughing.

Caesar also heard the underlying meaning behind his words and quickly asked, “How much did the other party give you?” Jim chuckled and said, “It’s not convenient to say. Master Bailey, take care!” Click! With that said, the line disconnected. Caesar’s face was frozen while his eyes were sunken. His hand that was holding the phone shook with anger. Bam! He smashed the phone on the ground! “Damn it! That b*stard Jim Todd actually double-crossed me!” Caesar was furious, and the people around the living room were afraid to even breathe out loud.

There was a twinkle in his eye. “How much did he offer?” “I can’t tell – sorry.” Caesar bit his lip. “My! You are lucky.” He feigned excitement. “Let’s drink to it.” He raised his glass of McDowell’s, Kunle did the same. Their glasses clinked as they brought them together. “To more cases.” They cheered. Kunle had died a gory death some months later. Caesar drank in his honor when the news got to him. He had fallen to a trance that was becoming frequent and he had woken up with the smell of petrol strongly on his skin. He told nobody about this.

She refused with a nod. “Did I ask him to lose?” She refused again. “Did I ask him to bet you?” Aslan knew it was him but she doesn’t need to know that and she nodded. “It was him, who bet you, lost you, and made me a winner. I am only claiming what’s mine. Am I wrong?” Now, answer, Elena. He wanted to see if there is any fight left in her, because it was getting boring. “Yes, it’s wrong, because I don’t want it.” Elena whisperd these words.

Asha Smith: On that cold and dark night, I found myself in a taxi heading to my best friend's house, my only refuge. Tears streamed down my face as I watched the city lights passing by the window. Everything seemed blurry, as if my life had lost focus. I had been kicked out of my home by my husband, the man with whom I had shared so many years of my life. I always believed that, with time, he would learn to love me the way I loved him, but all my hopes had been shattered, and my heart was broken.

Rainwater dripped from the hem of his black cloak as he bowed. "My King," he said. "Silver Ridge recovered the ledger," Cassian reported, his voice tight with an underlying anxiety he couldn't quite mask. "But we were too late to destroy the foundational records. Alpha Marcus and Luna Elena recovered the winter ledger before the lower vault structures suffered a total collapse." Alaric didn't turn around. He didn't stiffen. Instead, a slow, quiet smile ghosted across his reflection in the dark glass of the window.

"It's dangerous, little one. Might hurt your mama. Might hurt you. Might not even work." "But it might work?" "Maybe. Very small maybe." "Then we should try. Small maybe is better than no maybe." Caius laughs from the table. It sounds like breaking glass. "She's smarter than all of us." Mira walks to him next. Studies his face. "You look sad." "I am sad." "Why?" "Because I lost something very important. And I don't think I can get it back." "What did you lose?" "Your mama. And you. And everything good."

Confusion and screaming was the highlight of the race and, thank God and the drivers, many people were saved, but others. - Don't be upset with Augustus," Sheila asked Soraia, who followed her to the creek in the heart of the forest; after a long conversation about everything they had been through with and for Augustus and the fact that Soraia didn't know yet, but will know now, "Julius Caesar had once been in Lacrimal city together with his father Vlad Tepes 3, and they nearly decimated the city. The population at the time bled and wept at their hands," Sheila finished.