Julius Caesar Novels & Stories

Though he was smiling from ear to ear still, Valentina's betrayal was poking his heart. Just then, they saw their soldiers with King Cassius who was handcuffed. His raging ,defeated crumbled and angry expressions were so satisfying for Augustus. This old cunning man was throwing curse at his newborn son while he and his daughter conspired everything. He was thrown down on the ground near Augustus's legs. ' How humiliating it would be for this old man? ' Augustus picked him up from the collar and held his jaws firmly in his hands. " Cassius, who is the bad omen now? Seems like it is you for Sicily. "

ROSALINE So, I got to know that Vincenzo, Bianca's husband was Alexei's cousin and the head of the Italian mafia. It explained the different accent she had. Not to mention that Vincenzo and Alexei had almost the same behavior. It was frustrating, to be honest. We had already spent about three hours at this party and I was getting tired already. Alexei had gone with Vlad, Igor and Vincenzo to talk about 'business.'

He wants revenge and he was going to get it. “Get dressed naked champion, we need to get some food” Lucas carried the glass of water and pill as he walked out of the room. Roman was just filled with thoughts, but mostly thoughts of what happened last night, he knew he had an encounter with something but he just couldn’t figure out what it was. He quickly got dressed in a white top and grey joggers, “Roman! Roman you might want to take a look at this” he heard Lucas yell from outside and he rolled his eyes, what unserious and childish thing could he be yelling about now

He had predicted an outburst of Rage from Caesar and anticipated bloodshed but was astounded when an unexpected reaction came from him. There was a certain look in his eyes that he couldn't quite understand nor explain, it was as if he was distracted, there was worry written all over him; which is unbelievable because Caesar never worries about anything. He has nothing to lose and is undoubtedly heartless. He is the most untrustworthy being in the entire universe, sly in nature, and kills without remorse. A terrifying beast knew by every creature of hell. He is ruthless, aggressive, and a warrior raised and bred by the prince of lust himself. There is no way in hell he has a heart, not to t

“Do you want some drink?” “Yes, I want many things,” he said in a hoarse voice. His voice had an abnormal effect on me. I trembled, although I could not understand the reason. Who was this man and why he caused those things in me? “Yes?” I stuttered. And I was not the kind of girl who stuttered. “What is your name?” he asked instead I felt obliged to respond. “Juliet.” “Juliet. ”He smiled, as if he had liked it as it sounded on his lips. “Where is your Romeo?”

The sound echoed in the dead quiet. “You are just too arrogant, aren’t you?” Don Silvano sneered, breaking the silence. “You are just the son who let a King fall.” Caesar merely rolled his eyes, poked his ear as if bored, and walked out, leaving the members in a state of confused and fearful murmurs. ***** At midnight, Caesar finally slipped back into his mansion. He crept into the bedroom and found Julian curled up in the center of the large bed, fast asleep and clutching one of Caesar’s jackets.

Julius was kneeling down next to the lifeless body of Romeo. He was sobbing uncomfortably and the stream of tears were flowing down his his cheek to the chin. When he opened his mouth the streams of salty water flowed in. He had a painful lump in his throat. The more he tried to let his voice out the more it was blocked by the lump. He was hurt to the point if hurting himself. He had reached the state if being a danger to himself. Not in a single day had he thought that death would separate them so early.

It preferred to break through and smash any obstacles in its way. He already had a name in mind for his new variant. The Marc Antony. A rogue and a bastard, he nonetheless served as a daring cavalry commander under some dude called Julius Caesar. He later became rivals with the guy who eventually got called Caesar Augustus, and died because he wasn't as competent. "Sucks to be you, but I got to thank you for providing a fitting story to your name."

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Yes, alcohol. Augustus wasn't a big fan of college parties. He didn't like putting his guard down being surrounded by a bunch of kids who knew nothing but act like social climber, too emotional, some were too wild and just plain insane. It wasn't the scene that would intrigue him. But he wanted to drink with one of his brothers as they knew how to handle him when drunk and wasted.