Joseph Joestar Caesar Novels & Stories

He drawled, interrupting me but I ignored him and powered through instead. “He’s been hiding out here and pretending to be a highschool student. Went by the name Zack Pearson.” “Never heard of him.” Caesar said immediately, that annoying smirk on his face. I narrowed my eyes. “You could easily have told me that over the phone.” “Oh, but it wouldn’t be as fun to see your face when you realized that you went through all this trouble for nothing.” Rage bubbled up in my chest, threatening to explode through me especially when Caesar burst into laughter.

Caesar wouldn’t survive a day in the Blades academy. “What a waste. You have not been training,” Casper taunted him. It was good to have something grandpa cherished dearly. Caesar was furious. Indeed Casper was tough but also arrogant. “You bastard. You took my inheritance.” “I fought for it.” Casper retorted instantly. “And I’ll kill you.” Caesar stood up and attempted to punch Casper but Casper punched him instead, Caesar fell unconscious. Casper stretched his hand towards Caleb and Caleb gave him the gun.

Joseph strangled her, causing her wild laughter to immediately choke in her throat and turn into a painful sob. Joseph's gaze was fierce, he said coldly: - I think I'm too kind to you. Linda panicked. Her fragile neck looked like a twig in Joseph's hand, which could be broken with a gentle force. The power of his fingers was incredible. Lucas had already told her that Joseph had trained in the past and was stronger than him. He couldn't stay because he had to inherit the Cosey family business, but if he had stayed, his accomplishments would not have been weak.

If anyone looked down on him because of his height, one would pay a terrible price. He was the Northern Warzone Master, Caestus Rembrandt. It was evident that he was no ordinary individual, his presence contained power and pressure. “Caestus Rembrandt!” Andrius narrowed his eyes but it did not conceal the burning rage in them. “Give me a good reason why you are here, or else this won’t end well! Don’t give me that nonsense! You should know who the person living on Mount Dragon Tiger is to me!” Caestus was a Warzone Master.

I knew it, after I saw him swing those heavy swords easily, I kmew that this guy is a strong one 'I'll definitely scout him no matter what happens' And I am also sure that he will pass this test not unless something unespected happens Whiñe the other one is a red haired boy, he have a bulky body. His name is Carsilio Grejo which is giving the same fierce eyes the same as the commander of the knights division. It's no wonder that he's strong. After all, by just seeing his body, he already looks powerful. But strangely, a while ago I didn't noticed him despite of his big body. Maybe because I'm too focused on Hyden and Calix's sudden appearabce that I wasn't able to notice him.

Ashton replied with a nod. Caesar returned the nod with a smile, stepped out, and closed the door. As Ashton drove off, Caesar ran a hand through his hair, exhaled deeply, and crossed the street. He caught his reflection in the building's glass doors, hoping he hadn’t overdone it for the party. Black jeans, a black shirt, and a brown bomber jacket paired with black shoes gave him a relaxed yet polished look. His only accessory was his father’s Rolex, adding a subtle touch of sophistication.

Toni Pedrosa Bodyguard Report Profile, no. Wait. I grab properly the piece of paper and check it out. Toni Pedrosa? Toni? That name reminds me of Eren’s friend. But is that Eren real name? I never knew that he was named Toni too. But what about his name Eren? It’s written nowhere on the paper. Anyway, I will ask him later. I continue reading. There is his name, age, address, role, skills, height, weight and so on. At the end my eyes flash on his status. My hands start trembling.

At his side stood his number one right-hand man, Jose Castillo, Chetvine's most feared martial artist. Jose was Guillermo's strongest follower, a martial emperor at the fifth stage, just one step away from reaching martial god status. People called him the pre-martial god. Guillermo said nothing as he looked down at the corpses of the Eastern Region's fallen martial emperor. He crouched to inspect one of the wounds, frowning deeply. Jose, dressed sharply and with handsome features, stood quietly beside him. Only his eyes betrayed his true nature: cold, ruthless, and merciless.

One of his thick, bushy brows lifted and his eyes flicked to Caius, only to return back to me. “Oh my Goddess! It’s such an honor to meet you.” I gushed, positive there were stars in my eyes. “I’ve been studying your fighting style since I was a little girl. Is it true you trained in Japan with the famed Mangetsu Pack? Oh, is it also true you formed your own unit of fighters to take back the pack your brother stole from you? Wait, don’t answer that.” The questions kept pouring out. I mean, I was meeting one of my idols for Goddess sake! “Is it true you trained Alpha Lilac Einar’s father, the legendary Titus?” Alpha Caius’s hand fell on my shoulder, “Ms. Lasko, I believe that’s enough.”

Joseph stood by Liam, an aura of menace about him, his eyes glinting with a frosty edge. "How dare you! Cirold, in the presence of the Commander-in-chief of Pendragon, not show some respect?" No sooner had he spoken than a fearsome intent to kill burst forth from Joseph and Albert, soaring skyward, all of it bearing down on Cirold. With a thud, he felt the weight of their wrath. No sooner had the words left his lips than Cirold bent over in a deep bow, overwhelmed by the towering aura of menace radiating from Joseph and Albert. He stood no chance against such an intimidating force.