Hunger Games Caesar Novels & Stories

he snorted dismissively. Selene stood frozen, her chest rising and falling fast. Her composure was cracking. She was scared too. “I’m begging you,” I choked. “Don’t kill her. Please, she means the world to me.” Caesar stood, his wine glass in his hand, and walked behind me, circling like a vulture. His steps were slow, calculated. I could hear the squashing of the glass pieces around me. “Save your tears, wife,” he whispered, his voice like a harsh wind that promised a storm. “That woman is as good as dead.”

Caesar's intense glance did not affect me at all in the cafeteria because he was far away and also with Rhea, but now that he's so close to me that I feel like his intense gaze is reaching my soul, my heart began to beat wildly, making me feel like it's going to burst through my flesh. Damn! How can I move on when Caesar's stare is enough to make my heart race? I kept my cool and met Caesar's gaze, oblivious to the rapid beat of my heart. I sighed before answering his question, "Yes, I still like him." Caesar's solemnity quickly transformed into disbelief, then turned into a look of displeasure. "I still like him to be my friend again, not romantically liking him," I remarked. And, in an ins

~Hunter’s Pov~ I watch the ridiculous scene unfolding in front of me, arms crossed, patience wearing thin. The kid..Caesar….is sprawled out on the floor like a protestor staging a hunger strike. Celine kneels beside him, her hands shaky as she tries to lift him. He kicks, wriggles free, flops flat on his back again. I sigh. Loudly. "Caesar, get up." My voice is sharp, edged with the frustration I don't have time for.

"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

I can’t help but smile to myself as I type out my message to him that yes, I’ll be around and I’ll call him later because I’m dealing with some pack stuff right now. “His reply only a few moments later, “Perfect. Hope it’s nothing too serious. Dinner out at that new Italian place in your town and then dessert in your bedroom.” He follows it up with an eggplant emoji and a happy face with its tongue sticking out. I feel my core becoming hot and slowly exhale, forgetting that I have five werewolves with me who can probably smell my arousal as it pools between my legs, knowing that Raul is planning to do with his “eggplant” and tongue.

I teased, and he chuckled darkly; taking his hand, we walked down the stairs, my heels clicking against the floor, and I got a scent whiff of Alessandro's cologne. We walked into the dining area where my mother, Alessandro's mother, and, unfortunately, his father were seated, talking amongst themselves. "Cassandra you look beautiful My mother spoke up "like a princess" "Thank you, Mum, you look as beautiful as ever." I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink.

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.

Roman’s tone came off with mixed signals, he sounded confused and shocked at the same time “Hell yeahhh I did, great for you to be locking lips in the middle of a crisis. Romeo and Juliet” Lucas teased further “Lucas please, just-just stop. It happened one time and i…”Lucas cut him off again “And it would happen again. I’m not stupid; I can sense the tension and connection between you two. She’s your mate roman, your other half. Not that it’s any of my business, do whatever you can but come home or else if you transform and start tearing people apart then I’m silver gunning your ass down” He threatened

Grace yelled, having had enough of Caesar causing a scene, she glared at her brother to keep away when she stepped forward. "You have no right to come here...so what if I'm married...get lost Caesar..." she said disdainfully and slammed shut the door causing a loud deafening sound. Caesar felt his knees weaken as he took a step backwards. With anger, he stormed away from there while wiping blood from his face. It didn't take a while for Caesar to arrive at his mansion. It was late at night. He went straight to his study room after grabbing some bottles of vodka. "What the heck are you doing here?" Caesar asked as soon as he opened the door and found someone he wasn't expecting. Turning aroun

As a Grandmaster Realm fighter, he couldn't believe he couldn't fight back against a doctor. "Felix Zeller!" Caesar had barely cried out when Felix picked him off the ground. Felix's red eyes were laced with such frenzy that it shocked him to his very core. "Kneel!" Caesar was forced to kneel once more. The ground beneath his knees cracked and spread in all directions, its shape resembling a spiderweb. "Give up your feet in respect of the dead!" The loud burst echoed again. Caesar was aware that his feet had blown up as well. He no longer focused on the accompanying pain. He had to think fast and come up with a way to survive the dire situation.