Cesar And Monse Novels & Stories

"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

I do not catch where he is leading the raid, but I feel the slightest disgust towards Cesar as he talks to the crowd of riled up warriors ready to shed blood and steal. He is so animated when he speaks. I read his movements instead of his lips. He moves his hands in the formation of the sun, waves of an ocean, and flexes his inhumanly large bicep muscles to show strength. I can't help but ogle. I catch he talked about going to East. Athenodora was right about one thing with Cesar—he is a fine man indeed. I know when his speech is over. The men all chant the same words three times in a row, "Za mu yi yãki, mu rayu ma yau

Madisyn questioned, squinting up at him after he ended the call. Caesar crouched down in front of the girls, noticing how much they resembled Amaliah, sharing her gray eye color and wearing matching pendants. "My name is Caesar Masterson. I'm a friend of your mother's," He answered. "What are your names?" "I'm Madisyn, and she's Micaela," Madisyn replied. "Will you bring Pedro back to us?"

the messenger answered. “Damaris?” Zariah turned to her Master, truly surprised. “Why would Theoden not lead head-on?” “He’s planning something,” Caesar muttered, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the armrest. “Zariah, do not send Theoden’s son with the others. He stays with me.” Zariah shivered, uneasy. “What are you plotting, Caesar?” “This time, that traitor won’t be the only one with tricks up his sleeves.” Caesar’s voice was low, dangerous. “Where is my son?”

It was certain I was facing extremely formidable people. I moved closer to Giselle, “I don't know if you know this, but I am not Zoldrick, or whoever you used to measure their strength. I am Caeser, son of Varyn and the heir to the throne. Say your goodbyes to your teachers when you still can. These might be the last beautiful moments you'll share together.” I said menacingly. Giselle laughed softly, “Now things are starting to get interesting. Well, I did try to warn you.. ”

‘Your Highness. ‘You must be Miss Csilla Strelicz?’ Josef asked her. ‘I have read reports on your cooperation in Hungary and of your feats from my brother himself. You did a good job, and I must thank you for it.’ ‘It is of no matter, Your Highness. It is my job.’ Csilla answered, smiling at him. Josef smiled back at her and nodded in acknowledgement. He then turned to Albert who was seated beside Csilla. ‘Albert, may I have a word with you?’ Josef asked as the other archduke rose to his feet wordlessly and went with Josef to a quiet place, far from the earshot of any soldiers around.

couldn't extinguish Lola's desire for adventure, and Caesar calmly promised himself this would be the last time he'd accompany her, proceeding to meet Monica. Monica didn't flaunt her Alpha charisma or pheromones, even using a pheromone-suppressing roll-on. While Lola was present, Monica refrained from discussing political matters with Caesar, instead smiling and inquiring about Lola's recent events like any old friend would. But once Lola scampered off to hoard fruits, Monica turned to Caesar and asked, "Regarding the visa issue for the Asti people, do we have a concrete answer now?" Caesar replied, "Since last month, some Asti people have started applying for visas at the embassies of vari

Arsenio yelled as cut her short and walked away. “Fine…later girls.” Monalisa said as she walked away carrying her luggage along with her. Cecelia suddenly turned to me with a terrified look on her face. “A piece of advice ma'am…. don't be deceive by madam Monalisa's kinds gestures, she is not a good person and you should stay away from her as far as you can.” Cecelia said. “Let me get something straight….she is Arsenio's ex wife??? And they are divorced at the moment right??” I asked.

I quickly typed out his name 'Caesar Monsorrie ' but nothing came back from the search, rather it spelled out 'name does not exist ' Does not exist? I must've typed wrong. I typed his name again this time with full capitalization but the same result came back. My eyes widened in shock and wandered in confusion. This is weird. Why is the wealthiest man in the country not found on the internet? I took deep breaths to steady my beating heart and typed 'The Monsorries ' but the same result came back from the search. 'Name does not exist ' I started to tremble. Am I married to a ghost? Have I been sold to a family of ghosts?

The priest is the same ancient man from César's world—someone who asks no questions, who marries monsters to their victims without hesitation. César takes both my hands. He faces me. "You're shaking," he observes quietly, under the music. "I'm cold," I lie. "You won't be cold much longer." His eyes are intense. "After today, you will never be cold again. I will keep you warm. Forever." It sounds like an oath but It feels like a threat. The music stops. And the ceremony begins. ********************* ~CESAR POV~ The priest drones through the liturgy in Latin.