Cesar On My Block Novels & Stories

He was just Cedric, the man still struggling to process the discovery that he was a father to two remarkable children. Inside the room, Cassian and Celeste were seated cross-legged on a cushioned mat, constructing a miniature fortress from wooden blocks. The morning sun caught in Celeste’s curls, making her look like a tiny haloed angel. Cassian had a furrow in his brow, all concentration, as he measured angles with a ruler. A real ruler.

Jonas asked. Mr. Atanante grinned maliciously. "It's a quickie date.... Now..." His gaze cooled again. "I'll explain." Jonas said. "But first... don't you recognize marigold?" "What do you mean?" Mr. Atanante raised his brows. Jonas suddenly laughed. "Mr. CEO, I suggest you to take some brain nourishment... You know..." The ceo's face suddenly turned dim. "Do you mean that I have some brain defects? Jonas, haven't you considered to transfer int-"

Caesar also heard the underlying meaning behind his words and quickly asked, “How much did the other party give you?” Jim chuckled and said, “It’s not convenient to say. Master Bailey, take care!” Click! With that said, the line disconnected. Caesar’s face was frozen while his eyes were sunken. His hand that was holding the phone shook with anger. Bam! He smashed the phone on the ground! “Damn it! That b*stard Jim Todd actually double-crossed me!” Caesar was furious, and the people around the living room were afraid to even breathe out loud.

‘See? ‘But I have to admit, your ideas are on a wider and grander scale.’ Josef answered sipping from his tea again. ‘Please do not make me repeat myself, it’s embarrassing.’ Hadrian answered trying not to frown despite his falling shoulders. ‘I’m sorry.’ Josef answered turning away from his brother as his eyes widened as Anton suddenly appeared beside Hadrian. ‘Your Majesty, time for your medicine.’ Anton said uncannily. Hadrian almost spat his tea and looked at Anton.

Of course, it's Celeste again. itsclarixass

"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

Cesar said with his eyes closed. "Hah, money. Yup... I really needed money a long time ago, you could say badly. But now, I don't think money can bring my destiny to me. If you tell me something with which I can give an effective strike to your brother, then maybe you can go from here," Jacky said. "You want your sister's tits, aren't you?! I understood that long ago. Hah!" Cesar smirked with his bloodied lips. In response, Jacky kicked him hard to his stomach, making him cough.

"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"

My voice is a whisper, shaking from a severe earthquake rushing from my chest all through every nerve of my body. Matthew was one head turn away from seeing his claimed sweet wife handcuffed by her boss. His best friend’s brother. Serge doesn’t say a word while he lowers his hand, caressing my black hair, twirling and turning a few locks in his fingers, his eyes glued to them like it’s the most mesmerizing thing he has ever seen.

CAESER “Aren’t you being too skeptical? I don’t think it’s necessary,” Felix muttered, slouching into a chair after the courier departed. The parchment in my hand still carried the scent of Bando—the scent of smoke and blood and gunpowder. The scent of my son.