Julius Caesar Novels & Stories

(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.

Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else! Battle of the Immortals officially signing off!

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!

Lola got out of the car holding her head, experiencing the feeling of being rear-ended for the first time, she was thinking about whether this would attract the police—— But she heard something far more terrifying than the police. "Uncle Caesar," Keynes was extremely surprised, "Are you okay?" Caesar. There are many, many Caesars in this world. The executive of the ancient Roman Republic was named Gaius Julius Caesar, the famous poison duke of Renaissance Italy, and the commander of the Papal States army was named Caesar Borgia, there is also a type of plant in the Rosaceae family also called Caesar. Only one Caesar could make Lola feel horror at this moment.

The small nodd of Maeve’s head, still wrapped in her mothers arms, was the only evidence that she had heard him. I knew how much Julius hated Adrian in this moment. It vibrated through our bond in sickening waves of murderous rage. But despite his harsh ulterior, Julius knew his people on a personal level. He wanted to tell Maeve that he would fucking murder Adrian for what he had done to her, to us. That he would keep him alive as he broke bones and removed organs, not the vital ones of course, the ones you could (very painfully) live without, until he finally decided to end his miserable life.

It was obvious that Vincenzo was driven only by rage and his quest for vengeance, but with that usually comes the ability to see things more critically than everyone else does. He had a valid point. I had heard the tales of Declan the destroyer; how he had massacred hundreds of upperclassmen, including Manuel and Natalue at their own wedding. He had even dissolved the rulership council, right after beheading Councillor Calhoun, the man who served as chief advisor for many Alphas before him. A man like that obviously had no restraint and he had made sure that he submitted to no one, so there was not a soul who could check his excesses.

Senators, clad in the distinguished garb befitting their positions, filed into the grand chamber, their faces etched with a spectrum of emotions that mirrored the complexity of Rome's relationship with the fallen Athenian statesman. Lucius Cassius, a seasoned senator with a penchant for stoicism, rose to address his colleagues. His voice, resonant with authority, cut through the silence that had enveloped the assembly. "Fellow senators," he began, "the news of Maximus's death has reached our ears, and Rome stands at a crossroads. We cannot ignore the impact of this event on our Republic and the intricate dance of diplomacy between Athens and Rome."

I was so happy and excited as heads, limbs and body parts flew around me whenever my sword meets its target. I stopped when I was just a few feet away from his elite guards. I looked at him. “King of Germania, hear me. I am Maximus Aurelius of Rome, son of Caesar Marcus Augustus Aurelius and General of the Roman army. I offer you the chance to keep your life. All you have to do is order your soldiers to retreat and you will pledge allegiance to Rome.” I said to him. Part of me hoped he would consider and accept defeat, but another part of me just wants to continue the exciting battle.

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)