Novel & Cerita Cesar From On My Block

Cesar was particularly close with her since he got to spend more time with her when their dad was away for work. When Damien left his office Cesar got ready for the meeting he had that afternoon. He took a shower and dressed in his usual black suit. He was your typical dressed-in-black-guy . The venue was a good two hours drive from New York and since he wasn't in a sour mood that day he gave his diver the rest of the day off deciding to do the driving himself. He actually enjoyed a good long drive. Just as he was pulling out of the driveway he saw a white Mercedes-Benz enter through his gates. He paused his movements as he watched it stop next to his. Rolling down his window he faced Yvonne

Cesar Seriously: Never worry, I will do everything very carefully and will think of every step before I take it, so never interfere with the thing I will do, just trust me and watch the thing I will do. Kevin Seriously: I don't know why but I'm really not optimistic about what you'll ever do. You're so reckless, Cesar, and that's something that makes me worry about you and all of us. Caesar sarcastically: Hear me well, Kevin. Never interfere with what I do, it's better for you. I know what I'm doing very well. I will not tell any of you what to do. I have already started with my plan. I will not let that girl stay here or return to her world and spread the order of our kingdom, so I will tak

I stopped dead in the doorway, towel clutched loose in one fist, the other hand curled into a fist at my side. He must’ve felt the shift in the air, because his gaze snapped to me instantly. One brow lifted, slow, lazy, dangerous. “Problem, little firecracker?” Ceasar asked, voice low, amused, daring me to say it out loud. Xandra glanced up, oblivious, and smiled bright. “Ready when you are, gorgeous.” I didn’t move. My eyes stayed locked on Caesar. He pushed off the wall, stalking toward me with that predator grace that made my pulse spike even through the rage.

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

~~~~~~ Cesar walked down the steps of the plane to the waiting car hoping and praying that his coming to South Africa would be successful. He couldn’t wait to get back to Ellie and Miesa, though Dr Whitman had assured him that she was responding to treatments and everything was all good. “Good morning Sir.” His driver greeted. “Morning Warren." Cesar smiled. "How’s the wife and kids?”. “They’re fine sir. And yours?”. “Fine." Cesar got into the car and Warren closed the door then got in behind the wheel. “Where to sir?”. Warren asked. Cesar checked his wrist watch. “Take me to work. There’s been a bit of a problem at the office. I think someone is planning to spend the rest of his life in jai

- I say taking a seat in the chair that was once dad’s. I see a tall man walking in. He is wearing a suit and tie. He approaches the table and offers me his hand to shake. “Alpha Leon” - he says when I shake his hand. “Hello there” - I say “My name is Cesar, and I would like a moment of your time” - he says looking at me “How can I help you?” - I say taking a seat again and gesturing him to sit. He sits in front of me and crosses his legs

If Caesar dropped his keys, or looked down, my entire life was completely over. ​Caesar walked into the kitchen and actually pulled out the chair directly across from Vance. He sat down at the table. His boots were literally inches away from my knees. ​"Just wanted to see if you wanted a coffee, man," Caesar said casually. "I just brewed a fresh pot next door." ​"I'm good, thanks," Vance replied smoothly.

Olivia was not able to answer when the door swung open, and Cesar, the burly man with an ugly, dirty beard, came in. "Line up here and let me see your clothes." All the females scampered on their feet and placed themselves on the line while Olivia took my hand and walked with me to the end of it. "Take that off!" Cesar bellowed, and my head snapped up to look at him. He was looking at me, making my brows furrow. "What?" I looked down at my clothes and checked if I wore the outfit wrong. "Your necklace." "No." My hand grabbed the opal stone hanging from my neck as I shook my head.

Ceasar is another young cadet in their uniform but with black curly hair exposed out from his army cap. Ceasar bends his back, so he could be at my eye level. I notice his eyes are intense black; I question if any lights could escape from his eyes. He smiles at me, using his upturned eyes locking my gaze. “I haven’t introduced myself officially. I’m Caesar. It is a great pleasure to meet you, Miss Joanne.” He even tries to do a Baisemain. Who would experience a Baisemain by an unfamiliar guy in a normal life? I immediately evades, pretending I didn’t know what he was planning to do.

"Good evening, César!" "Well, friends, today, by the power of the Most High God and with the help of my fellow companions, and only for today, I have been sober for fifty-six days," said Caesar, seeming happy about the short amount of time he had gone without drinking compared to most of the others. He had been sober for the least amount of time, but no less happy for it. Caesar was around his thirties, closer to thirty than forty, and he was tall, thin, and black. His hair was almost shaved off, close to his scalp, and he spoke softly. "It's not easy with Celia drinking the way she does. She comes home from work with a little beer can, and I confess to you that there are days when I think a