On My Block Cesar Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I really don’t know. I’m sorry.” Prison. It’s got to be. Under Elder Brent and the other sleazy old parasites watching over me. Without thinking, I scrunched up my face in revulsion. “I know this is random, but I've never asked you before. What's your branding like?” Cesar’s dark eyebrow shot up. “Very random.” “Just…its been three years stuck together, and I know nothing about you.” “I know yours is a dagger-” “Lightning bolt,” I corrected quickly. But Cesar stood up anyway and turned around. It feels like an act of trust to pull his shirt out of the back of his pants and look at the small of his back.

He was just Cedric, the man still struggling to process the discovery that he was a father to two remarkable children. Inside the room, Cassian and Celeste were seated cross-legged on a cushioned mat, constructing a miniature fortress from wooden blocks. The morning sun caught in Celeste’s curls, making her look like a tiny haloed angel. Cassian had a furrow in his brow, all concentration, as he measured angles with a ruler. A real ruler.

“Cesar…” I looked up at him and I still found myself taking a second look. It was going to take some getting used to. The issue was that Cesar looked just as lost as I felt. Reaching out through the bond, I hit a wall. My Alpha was unconscious and I had a feeling when he was slumped against Oliver but he was still out.

~CELINE~ Getting Caesar ready that morning felt like a small slice of normalcy after the chaos in my head. Today was my day off, and I had planned everything perfectly, ice cream at the little parlor downtown, a movie at the cheap theater, and maybe some thrift shopping to find Caesar a few new clothes. He was growing so fast that I could barely keep up. "Mama, can we get chocolate ice cream?" Caesar asked as I combed his curly hair, his big blue eyes bright with excitement.

Isadora The warehouse was quiet. Too quiet, except for the rhythmic tapping of my fingers against the table. I sat across from Cesar in the center of the room. He was a tall man, well over six feet, with a commanding presence that demanded attention. His hair was jet black, slicked back neatly. His eyes were a piercing shade of green, sharp and calculating, with a subtle scar that ran along his right eyebrow.

Celeste yelled giddily as she ran into Matthias’ arms. “Papa, I mith you~” She then went on to hug the other man standing next to Matthias, Jonathan Siong. “Uncle Jonathan!” The couple, Matthias and Jonathan visited Cecilia and Celeste in their new home. Cecilia followed her daughter with her grandpa. “Hey Celeste, stop being shameless. You’re always asking for gifts!” “And you, Jonathan! Stop spoiling Celeste!” Cecilia scolded them both. “Hahaha, I can’t help it! She’s so cute!”

Olivia was not able to answer when the door swung open, and Cesar, the burly man with an ugly, dirty beard, came in. "Line up here and let me see your clothes." All the females scampered on their feet and placed themselves on the line while Olivia took my hand and walked with me to the end of it. "Take that off!" Cesar bellowed, and my head snapped up to look at him. He was looking at me, making my brows furrow. "What?" I looked down at my clothes and checked if I wore the outfit wrong. "Your necklace." "No." My hand grabbed the opal stone hanging from my neck as I shook my head.

Don't be such a narcissist, I don't recall calling you handsome , you must just be hearing things and please drop me down,this is very weird and sort of crazy. No, I enjoy having you on my shoulders besides,you are very small and petite, said Ceaser. Hey! That was rude and I am not small. I weigh my 5" 3 with pride. And you say you are not small.You are very cute mi amor. Why am I on your shoulders, please just drop me down. Sorry for carrying you by force but if I did not do that, you will experience more difficulties and pain when you celebrate your 18th birthday or Brian might kill you with his beatings and I wouldn't want that to happen to you.

He kept on going with himself, moving in circles. "What do you mean? Are you referring to Caesar?" Mordecai asked from behind once again and finally got his attention. He faced him but ignored his question. "Did you notice something when he walked in?" Azazel asked in a sly tone and with an evil grin on his face; as if he knew something, waiting patiently for Mordecai's reply. "On Caesar you mean?" He questioned completely lost as Azazel continued. "He had an unfamiliar scent when he stepped in amidst us, did you catch a whiff of it?"

I walk out onto the hotel balcony and stand there, taking in the view of buildings and traffic. " What did you do to my daughter, you bastard?" Why doesn't she me ? You are lucky that... — Hey, buddy… Easy, easy, your little crystal is fine — I interrupt. “I'm a good man, Caesar. Proof of this is that I'm letting her finish college to take her back. Am I not sweet? " You are a monster!" - Shh , no offense to the friend - I mock and he curses me more on the other end of the line. — I must congratulate you, Cesar. You made Cecília with a lot of... care.