Cesar From On My Block Novels & Stories

Archer looked at Calla disbelief "I love ice cream" We turned to the person who said that "What are you doing here? This is not a couple time , it's girls time" Cailey protested , Zac looked at her disbelief "I bet Cesantio will get their butt here , let's go" Lauren pulled Kayla , Joan , Crystal out "How do you know that we're here?" Cailey asked Zac. Zac took her ice cream and pointed at his phone. Cailey sighed "Let's join Lauren" I said to Autumn

"I am your wife, Cesar! I am the mother of your son!" She yelled out but Cesar wasn't hearing any of it as hw wakked out on her. Early the next day, the headlines were the talk of the city. 'Mr Cesar's wife, Mrs Sheila goes completely deranged!' And Cirrus who had brought the news to his doorsteps could only watch as Cesar fumed in anger. "You said you'll clean off the footage" "Sir, we... we are trying to trace the original upload, but it was routed through multiple encrypted servers"

“I have a wedding present for you.” My heart skipped a beat. “A present?” "Yes, mi amore." He buttoned up his shirt. I remembered how Vince used to call me that. "W-what present?" I stuttered. I had a very unsettling feeling about this. Caesar took his coat and sauntered to the door before looking over his shoulder and giving me one of his cold smiles. "We’re going to see Luca Romero.” My heart dropped like a bomb in my stomach.

Caesar was glaring at Chris before turning to me as he wiped the blood off his nose and stood himself up trying to ignore everyone around us. “Let’s go.” He tells me. I looked at him before glancing at Chris, who was watching me as well, and I saw his expression so dark I felt so terrified that to move or say anything. “Michael,” Caesar called me again. I froze before shaking my head and I can hear my voice coming out low, breathless. “I can’t.” Caesar stared at me before he shook his head in disbelief. “Are you really going to stay?” He asked.

Philip looked at the two opposing parties thoughtfully, and a trace of anticipation welled unconsciously. As a genius that was praised by everyone, what could Cesar do? Between Cesar and the Bloody Butcher, who was better? Cesar looked at Warren and said with a smile, “Bloody Butcher? I've never heard of it. After all, I don’t know anyone that weak.” Hearing that, the onlookers looked at each other, and some people recognized Cesar. He was a genius, and everyone he knew was either a talent or a big shot.

Ace sat beside me on the floor, Ceaser joined as well. He took Ace's laptop from his lap and placed it on his. Ceasar's hand was fast and nimble, I could barely see what he was typing on a coded page. I never really knew Ceasar, but he was famous both outside and inside the university. Outside, he was the son of a renowned Computer Hacker who works for America's Navy. Inside, he was a well-known playboy. Ceasar does not just flirt with girls from Beta, he flirts with everyone. Sometimes I wonder where he gets the guts to do it when he is risking the points of Beta.

Amelia blinked awake, soft sheets beneath her fingers instead of concrete or duct tape, and groaned at some asshole's idea of hospitality. "Ah good," said Cesar from across the room like they were old friends catching up over brunch instead of kidnapper-and-hostage small talk. She squinted at him, Peruvian features sharp under dim lighting, and clocked his too-casual stance before muttering: Hello Amelia. "Let me guess...Thiago fucked up." Cesar grinned like she'd told an inside joke instead of accused him of being petty as hell. "Knew I liked you," he chuckled before tossing his own words back at her: "Guess that husband's predictable."

"Sawyer, reality is, you need to move on from Shawn." "I have moved on!" "Oh, you mean Tom. Tom is an idiot and you could do much better than him. He's just another dumb jock." "So, who would be so much better? You?" "Actually, yes. If you ever decided to cross that line with me, I'd be willing to meet you in bed," Ceasar said with a giant grin before I smacked his arm. "Ouch!" "Go back to torturing freshman with your outdated pick-up lines. I'm going to mingle."

Daemon. I wanted to tell Ezra to hide, but it sounded stupid. “It's Celeste,” Ezra muttered. “Ezra I know you're in there,” Celeste called from the other side of the door. I swallowed hard with a feeling of relief coursing through my veins. Ezra got the door and she strode in. “Celeste,” I greeted warmly. “I'd like to steal Ezra from you. Do you mind?” “Oh…He's all yours. Sure, go ahead” I shrugged. She gestured to him to excuse us, which Ezra reluctantly did. The door was still open when she covered the gap between us. I didn't budge from my spot, not even when she stepped on my toes.

“JULIAN!” Enzo was already hammering the call button, his own composure cracked. “Move! We need a doctor NOW!” --- The hallway was a cold, fluorescent purgatory. Caesar paced, his dress shoes clicking a frantic rhythm on the tile. He checked his watch. Thirty-seven minutes, each one an eternity. His phone buzzed. A text from Enzo. ‘We have Victor Cole. He’s in the usual place. He’s singing like a bird about the Liberty Circle.’