Joseph And Caesar Novels & Stories

"You know I've never been good with words, but if there's one thing I can promise you, it's that you will never be someone disposable to me, and I apologize if I made you feel that way. Brae, you are just as important to me as Rhea is to me. I know I can't change how you feel, but I hope you can stop feeling that way because it's not true. Brae, you'll always be one of the most important people in my life." I wanted to smile bitterly, but instead I just gave him a casual smile and replied, "I know," even though the fact is that I'm not sure if I should be glad with Caesar's statement. I couldn't understand Caesar anymore. I couldn't figure out why his behavior was always contradictory to the

Throughout the night Caesar didn’t woke up, not even once. Kazumi kept on checking on him from time to time with the hope that he might wake up or need anything, but he didn’t. Soon, the rays of the sun peeked through the windows and made Kazumi to open his eyes. He looked at Caesar’s direction only to see him opening his eye lids slowly. Kazumi quickly got up from the ground where he was sleeping earlier and ran towards Caesar who was in his bed. Kazumi didn’t wanted to make Caesar feel suffocated while he was in such a bad shape so, he decided give his small bed which could not fit more than one person, to Caesar. As soon as Caesar opened his eyes, he began to cry hysterically and brought

-It will be my greatest pleasure," said Julius Cesar, already starting on Augustus once again. You may ask me, but if Augusto is a werewolf, which he is, why doesn't he transform and put an end to this fight? Answering in a single word; Augusto was on top of Julio Cesar who screamed in pain and rage, after all, Augusto may not even want to transform into a werewolf, but his claws are stuck deep into Julio Cesar's shoulders, who in turn, has his claws stuck in the sides of his rival's head.

“That's not my field of expertise.” Caesar was quick to make his escape after the two ladies sympathized with him and promised to chip in his name to some of their friends. After work, Caesar went to his home, got dressed in his regal attire and went straight to Sinai’s home. ***** Sinai was busy cooking for her husband when she suddenly heard the knock on the door. A frown marred her face as she doesn't remember anyone visiting her that day and it was still too early for her husband to arrive from his place of work.

Nicole asked, her hand touching my arm. "She remembered an infant brought in weeks after the ambush, under a story that never quite held together," I read aloud, my voice beginning to rasp. "An infant pulled alive from the wreckage by one of Caesar's own men, spirited away before anyone outside the conspiracy knew he'd survived at all. Weeks later, Caesar and Tracy announced their miracle heir."

Caesar arched a perfect brow, staring at the little one with sheer amusement and slight agitation. "Yes, whatever it was. It was in the past." Helice stepped forward as well. Megara expected this from them. She clearly understood them but she understood the man standing in front of her as well. It was a play of feelings and perception. "Oh...I would love to see that trust shattering." Caesar said and ordered his disciples to move back, and with that, he also turned around and walked away with half of his conversation pending.

He would have rushed to show this man who he was speaking to and remind him where he stood, yet many things hindered those thoughts from being a reality. Nicholas was naturally salty and rude. His first display was with his mother on the night of the wolf summoning, and when he volunteered to be by his side and help him rule justly, he had the natural talent of shoving his ideas down his throat. And also, the aura which oozed from this Caesar man was enormous, and he would stand no chance against the man or the ones who stood behind him. "I came here with the hopes of seeing Richard on that throne..", the Caesar said as he walked, pointing towards the seat which Nicholas sat on and then stop

That was a likely story. “The Four Emperors of Celestial Empire—Beggar King is a beggar, Mad King is a madman, and War Emperor is a war god. Why is it that Caesar King is the only one who seems rather out of place?” “The Julio–Claudian dynasty,” Notus Windsor said indifferently. “Caesar King is the descendant of Julius Caesar.” “A descendant of Julius Caesar?” Tyr was stunned as he once again stared at Max. Max’s countenance was rather stiff as he said, “Boss, I really am just a dog handler.”

He nodded his head and went outside and left her with sera as well as the old woman who no one sees as she wanders the room in the air, almost losing her mind about what is happening in front of her and thinking about what will happen when sera wakes up this time. Exactly what are you going to do. Caesar was trying to communicate with one of his family, so he tried to communicate with Liam first, and he actually contacted him. Liam jumped up from his seat when he heard Caesar's voice and said to him in all seriousness: Where have you been all this time?? Do you remember us now or what exactly? How do you do us this Caesar?

Caesar stood up when his name was called and walked confidently to the stand. “You were present during the search for the children?” the prosecutor asked. “Yes. I helped coordinate efforts through my private security firm. When Detective Briggs informed me they had traced Rafael's call and located them, I volunteered to go with them to rescue the girls.” “Do you have any connection to the defendants?” Caesar’s jaw ticked. “Rafael was married to the woman I love. He was also my sister's ex-boyfriend. That’s the only connection.” “And the divorce?”