Cesar On My Block Mga Nobela at Kwento

" said Caesar, standing there with a bouquet of pink roses next to his Lambo. ''Hi, baby!'' Jessica said to Caesar. He kissed her on the lips rapidly and shook his hand with me. ''Well? What do you guys think?'' He pointed to his Lambo. ''Not so bad, you've got some taste,'' I said to Caesar. ''Learned it from the best,'' He winked at me. He leads us to the car and reversed his way out from the private parking lot. As soon as we head to the highway, I was already looking down on my phone coming up with a text to Violet.

Ceasar received a call from Selene. “Yes sweetheart, you finally got tired and called me,” he scoffed as he answered the call , he sat in his favorite chair, spread his legs in the basin , let one of his maids clean and massage him, his athletic ,erect yet well built body covered in numerous tattoos was wrapped in his nightgown. His teeth covered in silver ornaments shone every time the light hit them, his jet black wet long hair, held in a short ponytail on his head, his fingers, covered in rings, held tight on his cigarette. A glass of scorched tequila in another . “I have a package, I want you to help me handle it,” Selene said on the other line .

Cesare's face contorted into a grimace as he retorted, "Adonis, the heck are you talking about? I told y'all from the start. Didn't I..." Adonis interrupted, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You told us what???" "I told you that these ones are a part of us," Cesare said, his words deliberate and measured. "Can't you see? These ones, they are Zora's," he continued, his eyes scanning the room for a reaction. Adonis's face softened as the realization dawned on him. "You did?" he said, his voice now tinged with surprise. Cesare nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial.

I walk out onto the hotel balcony and stand there, taking in the view of buildings and traffic. " What did you do to my daughter, you bastard?" Why doesn't she me ? You are lucky that... — Hey, buddy… Easy, easy, your little crystal is fine — I interrupt. “I'm a good man, Caesar. Proof of this is that I'm letting her finish college to take her back. Am I not sweet? " You are a monster!" - Shh , no offense to the friend - I mock and he curses me more on the other end of the line. — I must congratulate you, Cesar. You made Cecília with a lot of... care.

"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

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

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?"

Before blocking Cesilia, Alexander made it clear to his wife not to take a day off for the next five days because he would be back in about six days. Alexander asked Cesilia to finish her work first, so she could take time off when he returned later. Frustrated with the incoming message from Alexander, she wanted to fire back and reply. However, Cesilia couldn't reply because the message she sent to Alexander only had a single tick, and his profile picture had disappeared. Cesilia realized that her husband had blocked her from his phone. Once he was done dealing with Cesilia, Alexander contacted Robert again to make sure all the instructions had been executed properly. "So, you really need t