Cato Books Novels & Stories

Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she takes down a thick book. Kral's eyes narrowed. The book's cover bears the simple letter 'K', unlike the other books on the shelf. It is thick, giving the impression that it is more than just an ordinary book. "Let me have a look," Catherine said, flipping open the book, disregarding the dangerous gaze from Prince Kral. The white pages rustle between her fingers, emitting a faint sound. "The secret covenant of Duchess Ana of Canterebourg, the incriminating evidence against Baron John, Lady Marina's and her lover's apologies..." Catherine speaks a sentence with each page she turns. Gradually, I realized that this book contains concealed secrets that cannot be

Before disregarding any notion of embarrassment, I pushed the door open. Giovanni was laid on the bed, one arm folded behind his head while the other clutched a book. His long muscular legs were crossed at the ankles and I gulped audibly at how irresistible he looked. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment again?” I asked as irritation itched at my throat. Giovanni remained stoic, his eyes still trained on the novel in his hand. I sat on the end of the bed, staring at his nonchalant form. The title in his hand caught my eye, ‘La Divina Commedia’. (The Divine Comedy) I smiled at the book in his hand.

The dining room table is covered in baby name books. Spadino bought them. He bought all of them. 1001 Names for Boys. The Book of Saints. Ancient Roman Heroes. They are stacked in teetering piles next to the bread basket. "Maximum," Spadino says. He is holding a book open, pointing to a page with a breadstick. "No," Aureliano says. He is cutting his steak with surgical precision. "It sounds like a gladiator."

We ran into each other as I was leaving. Oblivious to the connections forming in my head, he continues, “it’s been a while, Nova. A lot has happened. I heard from a little mouse that you can’t recollect a single thing. I'm trying not to take it personally, you not remembering me, it stings.” He touches his chest, as if me not recognizing him has hurt his feelings. “Let me reintroduce myself. Name’s Cato, baby. And I’ve been waiting a very long time for Levi to take his leash off of you.” Cato with his shoulder length messy chocolate brown hair and blank dark eyes buzzes with rage. An all consuming anger. He’s a predator. And I’m the prey.

September 4th - two-and-a-half months before Cato becomes Alpha Ella’s point of view When Cato got home from school, he kissed my cheek, dumped his shoes and ran straight upstairs. I didn’t hear from him all evening until dinner, where he ate fast, washed the dishes and disappeared off again. As I was carrying Ana to bed, I passed the open door of the library. In the corner of my eye, I caught him standing in front of the shelves, running his fingers along the books.

Their posture, their scent, their strength—everything about them exuded power and unity. Cato stood at the end of the hall, dressed sharply in black. No armor, no cloak, no formal cape—just simple clothes that fit him well, with the gold Alpha crest embroidered subtly on his left shoulder. When he caught sight of them, he stood a little taller. He looked older already, more grounded. Gone was the arrogant smirk he used to wear like armor. In its place was something steadier. Mature. Still unsure maybe—but growing. Seris noticed it first. He’s trying.

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

One broke my heart I had to put the book down, and haven’t picked it up since her statement read; I know it hurts, but do your marital duties for all women must, take solace in raising your children for when they are grown, they become the same monster as the seed that planted them. The name read Gianna Raquel Salvatore wife of Cato William Salvatore, Capo dei capi of the Italian fagmilia. I didn’t need to be there to know that Cato was a bastard. It seemed these women fell into two categories, submissive and resolute, strong willed and determined.

I quickly got Gatsby his kibble and some water. When the cat was happily eating, I turned my attention to Gabe. "What ya got there?" I sat on a barstool and swiveled closer to him. He glanced around sheepishly before heaving the book on the counter. Moments before I saw the cover up close, I'd imagined it to be a book from Professor Pops' Museum of the Supernatural, and worried Gabe stole it. No one was to touch those pages. Turned out the book was nothing mystical, just page after page of whimsical dresses by the designer Vera Wang.

It was the man sitting across from me who had barely said a word. However, whenever his clinical gaze accessed me, I felt uneasy and nervous because I was being accessed like a lab project, but I could see the attraction swimming in his eyes for me. “What is your name?” I questioned. He dropped his silverware and wiped his mouth with a napkin while staring at me. ‘How could such an innocent act be so hot and dirty in my mind?’ “Alessio Ferrari,” He answered. “Hmm, I've never heard of that name before.” “I would've introduced myself, but I know you know I am. However, I would love to cut straight to the point. What do you want from me? Do you realize that your actions this night could make my