Cato Books Novels & Stories

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

Bella was still hiding under the blanket when she said. “Gosh. I'm now regretting why I abandoned you, Bella. I should have stood my ground and helped you out”. “No need to regret anything, Susie. Because, I'm going to make Leonardo wish I never signed that document’’. Bella concluded and began chuckling evilly. ‘Alright, this is getting really creepy’. Susie thought and backed away from Bella who was still chuckling evilly. …… The next day at C hotel, “Do you, Mateo Cassano, take Tina Katz to be your lawfully wedded wife? And do you vow to stay with her and only her?”. The priest questioned Mateo who hesitated for a while before he answered, “yes”.

Excited for the first time since forever, she crashed onto one of the pouffes and began to pull books out of the shelves. Meanwhile, Calix was at a loss. It wasn't the first time today, but it still made him feel extremely uneasy. They were in a corner alone, surrounded by books with skulls and dying men on the covers, and Kat was perusing them all with a manic glint in her eye. She kind of looked like a demon.

' It was a delicate matter, one that required finesse and careful consideration. Cato took a deep breath and began to formulate a plan. As he strode out of the edifice, Cato thought. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, filled with a sense of despair. Killan fists balled up tightly. His brow furrowed. Disappointment weighed heavily upon him as he continued his search for the one who would complete him, his soul mate. The mere mention of the omegas by Cato served only to exacerbate an already tense situation. He harbored a deep-seated disdain for them, for their inherent fragility and pitiable nature. He extended a gracious welcome to the Omegas, for they still held value in the eyes of the Pack.

The book came in the post on a Thursday. A package from Lisbon — Catalina's handwriting on the outside, recognizable from the notes she'd left on the kitchen table during her five weeks at the house. Inside: a book. A slim volume, its cover designed with the specific restraint of a publisher who trusted the text to carry its own weight. The title in English and then below it, in Portuguese, the same title in its translated form. Inside the front cover, a handwritten note: First copy. For the house where I learned what I was for. — C.

His thick eyelashes that resembled a crow’s fur had obscured the emotion within his eyes. All of a sudden, Catherine felt nervous. The man then lifted his head and opened his eyes lazily. “What are you waiting for? Do the dishes now.” “...” Where did this stubborn man actually come from? He was such a wet blanket. After bringing the dishes to the kitchen, Catherine kept badmouthing him with gritted teeth. At that moment, she even began to seriously doubt her beauty. When Shaun stood up and got ready to head to the study, he suddenly caught sight of a book entitled ‘Food Recipes for Pregnant Cats’ on the living room’s couch.

To do that, I needed to know Cesare better than I did now. “Will you come with me to the library?” I asked. Caterina blinked in surprise. “The library?” “I want to read about Cesare’s life,” I said. “About who he was. Not just his illness.” At the library, Caterina and I split up to gather as many books on Cesare as we could. She headed into the history section, searching for records of the war, while I moved toward the shelves filled with biographies. If my memory served me right, Cesare had written an autobiography years ago.

He and Sherly both want to follow what they want. "So, about the catering," Sherly began, flipping through a stack of papers. Because the planners gave them a list of caterers, they will shop there based on the menu they want. "I've been in touch with the caterers, and they've offered a delightful selection of dishes for our guests. From elegant appetizers to decadent main courses and scrumptious desserts, I think everyone will be thoroughly satisfied."

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

It was utterly breathtaking. After sitting and watching the view for a few moments, I decided to explore the books. My finger ran lazily along the moulded wooden shelves, reading the titles of the books to see if I recognized any. Many were antiques, some Italian and some English. There was a small section on cooking, a larger section on gardening and an even larger section on romance novels. I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room.