Monse And Cesar 소설 & 이야기

She was grateful to God that her baby girl was doing much better now and thankfully that stupid bitch Mirabelle was still in a coma. Elyon watched Cesar stand in front of the floor to ceiling window looking at whatever it is that he’s seeing. She noticed that despite the fact that Miesa was home and well, he was still tense. “You okay Cesari?”. She asked. Cesar turned to look at her. “Yeah I’m fine.” “Do you need a massage?”. She teased. “Er…no thank you.” He walked back to his desk and sat down. "I got a call from Cassandra.” He said in a gruff voice.

"It has to do with your daughter Monse and my son, the new alpha Dominic. I know your daughter lost her mate in a plane crash years ago and she doesn't have a mate. What would you say if I asked for your daughter's hand for my son?" "What about Dominic, doesn't he have a mate?" Alpha Felix inquired and Sebastian replied "She's not compatible for an alpha but I'm already taking care of that, I want your daughter Monse to be with Dominic… what do you think?" "I'd like to see his picture" Monse asked and Sebastian went to Dominic's picture on his phone before handing the phone over to her. She took it and smiled once she saw the picture and stared at her father "I'll marry him father" she said

couldn't extinguish Lola's desire for adventure, and Caesar calmly promised himself this would be the last time he'd accompany her, proceeding to meet Monica. Monica didn't flaunt her Alpha charisma or pheromones, even using a pheromone-suppressing roll-on. While Lola was present, Monica refrained from discussing political matters with Caesar, instead smiling and inquiring about Lola's recent events like any old friend would. But once Lola scampered off to hoard fruits, Monica turned to Caesar and asked, "Regarding the visa issue for the Asti people, do we have a concrete answer now?" Caesar replied, "Since last month, some Asti people have started applying for visas at the embassies of vari

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.

James grabbed her hand again, and before Cassandra could say stop, he was leading her over to where a man stood with his black-suited back to them, surrounded by obviously fawning people. Suddenly Cassandra’s legs turned to jelly. Even before they reached him, she felt her heart start to pound in recognition. It got about a million times worse when James hissed in her ear that name. “His name Sébastien Olivier de Monfort.” James left her hand and patted Mr. French CEO’s shoulder. And then he turned and faced her with a sly smile on his lips. Cassandra swallowed hard and tried not to faint. “I believe I saw you covering the match earlier, no?” he said innocently with that deep sexy voice as i

- I worried. - Who is the CEO? I arched an eyebrow, confused. - Sebastian Perron. - I don't know. - Do you know any CEO in your life? - I laughed. - Yes... Let's see... Heitor Casanova, Allan Casanova... - These are not worth. Everyone knows. - What exactly do you do at Perrone?

“Hi. I’m Cesar, this is Jesus…. and the infamous Meadow here.” Cesar nods at me, no hint of either dislike, or friendliness in his blank statement. He’s another tall stocky type and I’m starting to see a pattern with this pack. Best of the breed and all alarmingly alike, except Carmen, the only blonde among them. They’re all big, strong, and have lashings of both aggression and attitude, common among our strongest. I’m sure as a pack they have many a battle of wills and lots of spats.

she smiled at him again. "Cam, you are truly a fortunate man." He looked at me with renewed interest, and I thanked him. For the next two hours, we talked about business, and it was genuinely interesting. I had to acknowledge that Cesar Moreno was an extraordinary businessman with an interesting perspective on business. He was charming, intelligent, and articulate. By the end of the meeting, I was interested in a partnership proposal he suggested. I wasn't interested in having him as a partner or meddling in my family's company, but I was intrigued by the possibility of some joint ventures that, if successful, would further boost our company.

Messi walked inside looking tired and exhausted "You are welcome sir" the maid's greeted him simultaneously They bowed down their head when they were greeting him "Oh thank you"he ordered them to lift up their hea "I hope our CEO is back" he asked them jokingly They all laughed And answered "yes sir"simultaneously One of the maid collected the bag he came in with and leaves to drop it inside his room "Prepare my bathing water" i want to take my bath.he ordered the maid

"Good evening, César!" "Well, friends, today, by the power of the Most High God and with the help of my fellow companions, and only for today, I have been sober for fifty-six days," said Caesar, seeming happy about the short amount of time he had gone without drinking compared to most of the others. He had been sober for the least amount of time, but no less happy for it. Caesar was around his thirties, closer to thirty than forty, and he was tall, thin, and black. His hair was almost shaved off, close to his scalp, and he spoke softly. "It's not easy with Celia drinking the way she does. She comes home from work with a little beer can, and I confess to you that there are days when I think a