Joseph And Caesar Novels & Stories

His gaze rested on Carlos with a chilling smile that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Caesar! Wake up!!” Carlos, dragging his injured leg across the floor and leaving a trail of blood, ignored his pain and stumbled toward Caesar, desperate to rouse him. But Caesar did not respond to Carlos’s angry cries. His head remained bowed, as if his mind had been completely taken from him. Hommes tugged the rope, and his older brother, the crown prince, moved along like a puppet, following his lead. “Hommes! What have you done to Caesar?!” Carlos could barely stand, his voice full of seething hatred as he glared at Hommes.

Ceasar is another young cadet in their uniform but with black curly hair exposed out from his army cap. Ceasar bends his back, so he could be at my eye level. I notice his eyes are intense black; I question if any lights could escape from his eyes. He smiles at me, using his upturned eyes locking my gaze. “I haven’t introduced myself officially. I’m Caesar. It is a great pleasure to meet you, Miss Joanne.” He even tries to do a Baisemain. Who would experience a Baisemain by an unfamiliar guy in a normal life? I immediately evades, pretending I didn’t know what he was planning to do.

She sat down on her bed and looked at her hands, questioning herself with the same question she asked after Albert left her. ‘Have I really tried to kill a benevolent monarch?’ she voiced out her doubt in her ideals and convictions. ‘Is he really that kind of ruler? Were we led on to believe wrongly? Was I deceived?’ Josef touched the window, smiling. Thanking the people from the depths of his heart, for the concern and for the love his people has shown towards his brother. He walked to the Augustine Chapel of the palace to join the people, and there he saw some of the palace staff holding their own vigil. They rose and bowed to him, preparing to leave but he raised his hand, telling them th

Caesar followed the direction of the foot slowly and surely. Joe and Jean just looked at Caesar's strange behavior while looking at each other as if to say 'look at that idiot'. While Brian was still busy observing the corpse in front of him. Caesar walked further and further away from them. Passing the rows of women's restrooms on the right and left. The trail turned into one of the toilets which had the number eleven. Caesar followed the trail into the toilet. How surprised he was when he found the trail disappeared in front of the wall.

I made my way back to the dining room. Brixtius was sitting in his place, and little Eurydice is running through the opposite doorway. She's starting to feel better from her injury because her energy is returning to full throttle. "Papa! Papa!" She shouts excitedly. "We read about Julius Caesar and Emperor Augustus!" "And what did you learn about these two men?" Brixtius quizzes. "Julius Caesar was beloved by the people and was murdered because of it. But if it weren't for Caesar, Emperor Augustus would never have existed," the girl recites. Damn! That was the most straightforward answer I've ever heard about those two men!

Ingram The incident with Julius opened a gateway for Caesar. Over a period, a beautiful father-and-son relationship began to flourish. They refrained from talking about a hurtful past, bonding and indulging in the things that mattered. They both benefitted from this; Julius lived his dream of having a father who loved him, and Caesar received retribution for abandoning his only child for years.

But Caesar didn’t move. Caesar took the canteen eagerly and filled himself on water until there was but a drop left. Then he cleared his gruff voice and spoke, “Her name was Dorothy.” His eyes were not filled with their usual hardened disinterest—but rather, he stared vacantly off into a middle distance. Caesar went on to explain that Dorothy was his fated mate—an Omega bonded to him by the Moon Goddess. Just like I had with Valerie, Caesar recognized Dorothy as his mate on his eighteenth birthday.

"We are wedded so it's only natural to share a space, my little flower." His eyes bore into mine. They got me breathless, and his deep voice was suddenly music in my ear. Our eyes held onto one another as if we were drawn to each other deeply. For a moment there, time stopped, looking into the eyes of Caesar was like emerging into a new world; I was lost in his eyes and could not find my way out of them. They made me breathless, speechless and got me questioning every single thought I had in my head. I looked into those eyes and those eyes looked like they have gone to the depths of the universe, those eyes revealed countless emotions; they were fearless and resembled the eyes of a warrior.

Caesar commanded, a sickly smirk on his chiseled face as he imagines his enemies reaction. Caesar knew that Ivan valued his nephew above all else, and he believed that using the child as leverage would force Ivan to return their goods. Jasper pondered for a minute trying to figure out what Caesar is thinking. He wouldn't mean to harm the kid right? Jasper's mind raced with worry as he considered the possible consequences of Caesar's plan. He hoped that Caesar wouldn't go so far as to put an innocent child in harm's way.

Caesar’s voice was deceptively calm as he slowly walked forward, cornering Julian against the wall. “What are you talking about?” Julian whispered, his voice shaking. He tried to defuse the situation, leaning in to kiss him. Caesar’s hand shot out, grabbing Julian by the neck and slamming him back against the wall. “WHO HAVE YOU BEEN MEETING?” Julian gasped, clawing at Caesar’s hand as he struggled to breathe. “You are mine,” Caesar whispered, his face inches away, his eyes burning with a possessive fire. “You need to understand that.”