Cesar From On My Block Novels & Stories

César bought Marcello ice cream and pushed him on the swings and played with him in the sandbox. And I sat on a bench watching them and trying to figure out when this had become my life. When I had stopped fighting and started just accepting, when the cage had stopped feeling like a cage and started feeling like the only safe place left. ************** On Wednesday evening César brought it up casually, like it was just a passing thought instead of the calculated move it obviously was. "I have business in Paris next week," he said, helping Marcello build a block tower that was getting precariously tall. "You and Marcello are coming."

The further I got from that room, the better I could breathe. My legs felt like they were moving on autopilot as I headed for the parking lot, desperate to get away. Just as I turned the corner, I crashed headfirst into a solid chest. My books went flying as I stumbled back, steadying myself. “Whoa there,” a deep, amused voice said. I looked up, and my heart skipped a beat. Cesar Diaz. The hottest guy on campus, the star pitcher of Yale’s baseball team, and probably the last person I wanted to make a fool of myself in front of right now.

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.

he was still angry I can see that in his eyes but thankfully Eliza speak up. " Everyone is watching you. What are you two doing? I know you both are afraid and disturbed but this is not the time to fight with each other but fight with enemies as one. I told you before Cesar, They are cunning wolves, We can't tell what they have in their lives. Please sit down and plan something unpredictable " CESAR POV My body is still shaking uncontrollably. My skin heats like a fire, smoke rolling off of my biceps. This sort of thing has been happening more and more often, and it scares me to know that something might be wrong with me. I'm sick, and

~~~~~~ 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

"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

Tamara excitedly answered. We settle and waited for our food to arrive. "Excuse me, ladies, I just need to go to the washroom first," Isaac asked. "Okay, go ahead the food is not yet here anyway", I answered. __ "B are you going to tell me anything? Tamara gives Bettany a suspicious look. "What are you talking about? "This Isaac the new neighbor how did you know him? "Yesterday he woke me up with his knocking just to ask for the hypermarket nearby". I think he was new here in Cleveland Ohio, he's not very familiar with any places here by the way."

He kept on going with himself, moving in circles. "What do you mean? Are you referring to Caesar?" Mordecai asked from behind once again and finally got his attention. He faced him but ignored his question. "Did you notice something when he walked in?" Azazel asked in a sly tone and with an evil grin on his face; as if he knew something, waiting patiently for Mordecai's reply. "On Caesar you mean?" He questioned completely lost as Azazel continued. "He had an unfamiliar scent when he stepped in amidst us, did you catch a whiff of it?"