Cesar On My Block Novels & Stories

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

"Now, turn around with your hands on your hips, Ceaser." "Is that special? Does that stretch your boundaries?" Nina asked, a wide grin on her face. Ryan and I both just stared, captivated, at Ceaser's flaccid cock as he flaunted it for us. No pubic hair, just a little tuft above it. Ceaser is truly huge. Ryan is eight inches when he's hard, and I silently compared, realizing Ceaser was easily larger. "You can see why Ceaser is so popular with both men and women," Nina purred, gently stroking Ceaser's cock. "Cee changed his name to Ceaser when he switched sides." She teased, "Want to watch me make it full size?" then gave him a deep, passionate tongue kiss.

Caesar was not kind-hearted, but today, he had a rare moment of conscience. As he dialed the number, the Omega, who had been crying, suddenly stopped. Caesar could sense the wind carrying her scent. The Omega leaped towards him, and her fragrant jasmine scent almost overwhelmed Caesar. Her soft lips touched his cold military uniform, and her delicate, scarred fingers brushed against his intricate emblem.

I’m about to think more when a message comes through from him. I open the message and scan the contents. Hello Tesoro. I would like to schedule a meeting when you are free to discuss two very special commission pieces for two very special people in my life. Please have your people reach out at your earliest convenience. Matteo DeAngelis. I smirk at this and send back the generic response. Thank you for contacting Tesoro, for all work related requests please send a message to @PheonixCouture. Many thanks, Tesoro.

Jonah heard what he said, but he clearly couldn't comprehend it. He was confused and shook his head. "I don't understand…" "It means that if you want to sit in my car… you need to do something for me first. That's only fair, wouldn't you agree?" Cesar gently suggested, trying to lead Jonah on. Jonah nodded thoughtfully. "Then, what do you want me to do?" Cesar casually pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and nonchalantly explained, "It rained a couple of days ago, and the paths in this cemetery are quite muddy. Just walking around gets the shoes dirty."

Caesar sighed sadly and in pain, as he looked in front of him with oppression "It's not your fault to apologize. You didn't do anything. I'm sorry because I'm a damned person. I only cause pain to everyone close to me." Both of his hybrids fell silent in pain, before his coyote whispered * What are we going to do now, the monster has awakened, it will definitely hurt her, and we can't leave her, we've done it before.* Cesar smiled, and approached her to sit next to her on the bed, lovingly caressing her hair "I can't do it even if I wanted to, I just can't imagine her could belong to someone else." Cesar said, playing with her locks, which had become his new obsession, she had become his obs

Caesar sat in and the car effortlessly glided down the road. Sandra stood, struck by the whole scenario. trying to make sense of what just happened. She picked up the card that had already fallen from her hand and started walking home. Later that morning as Sandra unlocked her front door and stepped into her cozy apartment, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she had seen Caesar from somewhere before. She searched her memory, replaying the morning encounter over and over. suddenly, it struck her like a lightning bolt- Caesar was no other than a CAESAR JAMES, the popular business mogul whose name graced the headlines of newspapers and magaziregularly. Confusion and intrigue engulfed her m

“Cesar…” I looked up at him and I still found myself taking a second look. It was going to take some getting used to. The issue was that Cesar looked just as lost as I felt. Reaching out through the bond, I hit a wall. My Alpha was unconscious and I had a feeling when he was slumped against Oliver but he was still out.

“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.’

“I really don’t know. I’m sorry.” Prison. It’s got to be. Under Elder Brent and the other sleazy old parasites watching over me. Without thinking, I scrunched up my face in revulsion. “I know this is random, but I've never asked you before. What's your branding like?” Cesar’s dark eyebrow shot up. “Very random.” “Just…its been three years stuck together, and I know nothing about you.” “I know yours is a dagger-” “Lightning bolt,” I corrected quickly. But Cesar stood up anyway and turned around. It feels like an act of trust to pull his shirt out of the back of his pants and look at the small of his back.