Caesar Zeppeli Mga Nobela at Kwento

What his trip were. "I am Zep." He grabbed the hand of a woman and put it on his lips. Zephyrus was really a good player. The woman was now captivated with obviously a thrill on her expression. "If you don't mind… Zep on me." The girl was chuckling. She was blushing with his corny joke. "These are my brothers." Zephyrus wrapped his arms on Hali. "You can call him Hal." Next, he pointed to Colden. "He is Den."

It was quite intimidating Zoey. "I'm Zoey Lavigne. I'm Dionysus Chevalier's secretary. I'm here to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Chevalier regarding the cremation of Mr. Hermes Chevalier." Zoey could feel her heart beating like she was going to faint because she doesn't know what to expect by meeting Dionysus' parents. But, upon remembering the possible heartbreak Dionysus would feel if ever his grandfather would be cremated before he could even see him for one last time, Zoey braved herself more. "I can do this. I'm an aries."

“Why are you still there? What happened to rejecting Matteo and coming right back? I still don’t fucking get why he wanted you to come all the way there, as if seeing him face to face will change your damn mind and…” I listen as he goes off on his usual tangent about Matteo and I wait until he’s done before I jump in. Cezar has been my advisor since I was 16 years old and expected to take over from my father. I still find it odd that he didn’t decide to take the role of Alpha for himself. “...Well? Are you just going to keep quiet and tell me nothing?” “I was waiting for you to be done with your tantrum,” I say, and he curses under his breath, making me chuckle. “I’m staying here because the

The house’s door was opened, making us frown in confusion as one of the pack members, Francesco, entered the house. “Alpha, we have a problem.” He said, and Ezra frowned in confusion. “Killian just took a plane to Rome…”

I say and he grabs his little dinosaur teddy and snuggles it. "Mama says you are my zia" "What does Zia mean?" I question, I really need to learn Italian. "It means auntie, you are my auntie" He whispers and I give him a soft smile and my heart warms up. I place a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight Enzo" I whisper turning off his lamp and quietly closing his bedroom door.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual. “There would be no better place than a private plane,” the Cartel said, looking at me. He raised an eyebrow, and Alessandro nodded at me to get up. “You wanted to tell me something?” “Yes, my wife,” he said, looking at me as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Valerie Morozov…”

But also because of his cunning mind, and unbeatable strategy. Zephrain raised his eyes to look at them, still crossing his arms across his chest and smirked. His green eyes looked down at Barbie and winked at her who, in return, glared at him. "Let's use the Dark Forest." Ciaran and Zillah smiled while Queen Elisa nodded at him. "Welcome back, my son." Zephrain, who became Blaise Kelsey in the eyes of his best friends, grinned. "It's good to be back, Mother."

"Dear Zeppelin, Tsk, tsk~ Who told that b*tch to whisper some sh*t in our Zelle’s ears? Can’t you handle your maids like you want? Oh wait! Like a master, like a servant! Hahaha! Anyway, it’s not time for your dear Zelle to be invited to our dreamland! So we will bring her back to you first! Don’t worry, when it’s time, she’ll come back here again on her own... soon. For now, keep her. The best cake should be given with a huge candle my dear can blow! Truly Yours, Bird's Foot Trefoil" "This again..." Zeppelin massaged his forehead and crumpled the paper, "F*ck! Who would take revenge on the past that doesn’t exist anymore?!"

The drive from Zurich to Geneva was a tense, silent bullet-train ride in the back of a leased utility van, its interior stripped and fitted with comms gear and weapons lockers. Leon drove, his focus absolute. Maya hunched over a ruggedized laptop, refining her data probes, mapping the likely internal layout of The Vault based on intercepted architectural pings. Klaus remained behind in Zurich, a nervous but vital link in the fragile chain.