Novel & Cerita Caius In The Twilight Saga

he let go of his neck finally. Caius coughed hardly to catch his breath, while rubbing his neck. “So you have chosen to act as her fucking slave?” Caius seethed out at him, bringing a smirk on his face. “Isn't that what we have always been to her?” He grinned. Caius clenched his palms. “Don't forget, you are standing in front of that person who has build this Alvaro empire all alone,” Zaiden's grin widened, hearing Caius's words.

‘Will you be my eyes in Hungary? ‘Gladly, Your Majesty.’ She answered keeping her head low and he pulled out his saber. ‘By the power vested upon me, I dub thee Lady Csilla Strelicz, Dame of the Order of St. Stephen of Hungary.’ Hadrian tapped her shoulders lightly and sheathed it. ‘Rise, Lady Csilla.’ She stood up and looked at him. ‘Are you sure about this?’ she asked. ‘I could still be after your life.’ ‘Your eyes are different now from when you first tried to kill me.’ He answered. ‘And I can see we share the same goal in mind…’

"I suppose it's because I've shifted quite a few times." I nodded, still looking at the ice-blue color of his irises in wonder. The entire time I'd known Cain, I was under the impression that his Lycanthropic ancestry was overpowered by the symptoms of Vampirism. Now I wasn't so sure. I wanted desperately to believe there was an internal struggle for dominance happening between the gene and the disease. I found myself hoping that the Lycanthrope would win. I followed Cain as he got out of the car, pulling the flannel blanket tighter around me as we walked through the cold garage and into the castle.

Before Murphy could recover, her hand was carefully carried by that person up to his mouth, to which she shivered upon feeling the slight touch of his soft lips to her delicate, porcelain skin. “Allow me to introduce myself. The name’s Caius Vannister” the man uttered in between his smirking lips. Murphy knew from the very moment their skin touched that her peaceful life is now under a chaotic cloud. “Nice meeting you, milady…” *****

Unease rippled through the room. Caius, the club’s vice president, had been drinking in the reserved area, a blonde-haired woman straddling him. At the sound of the gunshot, he snapped his head toward the entrance and stood abruptly. His eyes locked onto Rowan, and he didn’t need an explanation to know why he was there. He approached his former Alpha with fierce strides. Caius had been friends with the twins since childhood. An orphan, he had once served as a guard in the pack. The twins were the only ones who had ever shown him kindness. So when the late king banished them for being cursed, Caius followed without hesitation.

After getting ready he walked out of the chambers which belonged to his one and only mistress, Sandra Olive. Initially Caius had no mistress or interest in settling down, for years he fought only to gain the power and the land for his people, he did use prostitutes for night stands but never had an intention to find a permanent mistress until he met Sandra. She met him through her father who worked for Caius as one of the finance ministers, until one night enemies, in short werewolves attacked their warehouse and her father jumped in to fight back but it was an unfortunate event that while trying to fight the wolves, he was set on fire and died on the spot, he didn't have the immortal blood

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She zoomed it in and the gibberish became more readable to her. Bingo. "This is why people can't stand you, Morsen. You're a creep—" "Goodman," she called out, saving the lectures from Ivana. Her heart continued to beat with anticipation as she reads it. "Did Fresco say anything about numbers?" "Numbers? What numbers?" Ivana shuffled at her side and pored over her shoulder to see what she meant. "That looks pretty damn phony. It's just numbers, Morsen. You really think it has a connection with this?" Ivana shook her head with disappointment and slammed her notebook. "Damn, you're always full of nonsense." Already apathetic of what Paige had figured out, Ivana left her alone and went back ins

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

“You’re right, Mikhail. I’m so sorry, Nevaeh. None of this is your fault.” Nevaeh’s eyes gleam with sadness as she steps into my arms and embraces me tight. “It’s alright, Mathias.” Awkwardly patting her back, I push her back into Mikhail’s arms and walk out the door. Mikhail and Nevaeh follow behind me. “Look, Mathias, let’s think this through. Didn’t you say that Lukan has a way to resurrect the dead? Maybe…maybe we can resurrect Cassia. The pact said that the only way Lukan can have her immortality is if she’s dead. If she’s not, then the pact will be nulled. What if we resurrect her? Wouldn’t that make the pact null?”