Caesar Zeppeli Novels & Stories

"You'll soon find out who the real prey is after all, Carlos Zappa." I, the Principessa of the Carozza Famiglia, was never a weak lamb to the slaughter. I calmly backed up the video to Leo's encrypted cloud server. Then, I texted him. "Investigate all of the recent funding flow from Zappa Financial, especially the ones to Sorrombia." Leo replied at once. "Yes, Principessa. Should I act now?" I glanced at the screen, which showed the two of them still going hard at it, and replied, "There's no rush. Let them gloat for a few more days."

Yours in plotting, Zera

He raised his hands and pointed his fingers at me before letting out a giggle. “Yes,” I replied while looking at Czy with loving eyes. “No offense, but he looks exactly like Zeno,” he stated, which made me chuckle. Czy is precisely like Zeno, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he got his attitude. “What’s his name?” Kazimir inquired. “Czyanne Gael Villareal Mercedes,” I retorted. “It’s a nice name,” he said and tried to get Czy from me, which I allowed him. While examining Kazimir, he looks at my son with a loving gaze. His aura became vulnerable as if he got affected by Czy’s aura.

Should I step in? I’m not sure. What am I supposed to do? I begin to hear a conversation that Cult and Irish are having with one another and that is all that I need to hear to conclude what is going to happen next. "You are going to make him answer by the truth serum poison in your claws?" Irish says. My eyebrows are not understanding the terms that they are using to talk. What do they mean by truth serum in his claws, what else? There is only one man in history that is able to do this kind of thing. Zepheus, he is ancient and he was a lemensech.

He dismissed every other thoughts he wanted to point out and proceeded to take his leave. “And you need to rest. You look exhausted Louis, I can't have my beta looking like this.” I moved towards my desk in the the room and picked up a hard covered book. An envelope slipped out of the pages and fell on the table. The crest on the seal stole a nod from me as I heaved out a sigh. “The next Alpha meeting is in a week,” I said to him. Louis stopped and nodded. “Yes Alpha,” “You know what that means, right? Our new allies from Westmoore pack would pay us a visit, and if it goes well we've managed to secure ourselves another buisness venture.”

My back was nailed to the leather backrest of my seat while my hands clasped together on my lap. "So far, I don't sense any strange stuff but we all know based on Ava, Caesar has a warrior who can cover their scents!" Zenith explained while her fingers slightly drew the curtain beside her and her aluminum grey eyes scanned the surroundings. I opened my eyes as my vision consumed my mind, I was prepared for this to meet Caesar, my mortal enemy since I was a pup. A brief nod made Aram's mouth part showing doubt but was also changed to a brief smile as he opened the carriage and got off first.

she told roman. “lets get him back to the resort then”. they took off their skydiving gear and entered the car that was taking them to the resort. Cory was groaning, coughing and shivering all the way. They soon got to the resort and Camila and Roman carried Cory up to their penthouse. It was a very difficult task because Cory was heavier than he looked. As they headed down the corridor to their room, Camila mistakenly let go of Cory’s leg and he fell to the floor with a thud. Cory let out a loud groan and Camila winced.

The bodyguard nodded and drove away. “Mom!” Daisie took Zephir to Maisie’s side and introduced him to her, “Mom, this is Zephir, the friend I’ve been mentioning to you.” Zephir greeted her politely, “Hello, Mrs. Goldmann. I study in the same school as Daisie. I’m currently in the sixth grade, and my name is Zephir Gosling.” Maisie laughed. “It’s nice to meet you, Zephir.”

Albert jumped back in surprise, as everyone in the tent did and at the fact that none of them noticed her come in. The woman in question, donning a military uniform of an officer just chuckled at their surprised expressions. They are looking at Archduchess Ilse Mari Johanna von Habsburg, his younger sister and the commander of the Landwehr’s Twenty-second Infantry Division based in Graz.