One Piece Caesar Clown Novels & Stories

Caesar lowered his head, looked at her hand, turned his hand over to hold it in his palm, and soothingly squeezed it. Lola said, "Just this one." Caesar said to the panicked clerk, "It's okay, we'll take this one." His tone was gentle, but the clerk was still shaking, uncontrollably trembling, as if a single word could take his life. In the eyes of most Asti tribesmen, the former General Caesar was undoubtedly a demon. A demon in human skin. The clerk shakily put the box full of candies into the plastic bag, his voice dry, "Thank...thank you for your patronage." His hand was shaking as he handed it over, sweat constantly beading on his forehead.

Throughout the night Caesar didn’t woke up, not even once. Kazumi kept on checking on him from time to time with the hope that he might wake up or need anything, but he didn’t. Soon, the rays of the sun peeked through the windows and made Kazumi to open his eyes. He looked at Caesar’s direction only to see him opening his eye lids slowly. Kazumi quickly got up from the ground where he was sleeping earlier and ran towards Caesar who was in his bed. Kazumi didn’t wanted to make Caesar feel suffocated while he was in such a bad shape so, he decided give his small bed which could not fit more than one person, to Caesar. As soon as Caesar opened his eyes, he began to cry hysterically and brought

Caesar stepped out of the car, his tall figure towering over the others. The black shade on his sculpted face hid his sharp emerald orbs from sight as he observed his surroundings from behind his sunglasses. Seeing Ivan with helpless and in rage eyes, Caesar's lips curled into a smirk. He extended his hand as he looked down into the car, gesturing for whoever was inside to hold his hand. A tiny hand emerged from the car as it timidly reached out and grasped Caesar's hand, as he guided him out of the car. Caesar's smirk widened as he pulled the person out, revealing a healthy young boy, not more than five years old.

she continued, nodding her head in Claude's direction. Caesar and Claude exchanged glances. "My guard?" Claude replied, puzzled. He glanced at Caesar, who was barely able to lift his eyes, his shame still fresh in his mind. "I understand the confusion, but he is not my guard. He is my elder brother, Caesar Loughty." Pandora brushed a stray hair from her face, not quite pleased with the unruly strand that obstructed her vision. She hadn't allowed Zariah to trim her hair, and it was now causing her some annoyance.

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.

The two men behind him looked at each other and blinked, wondering what had happened. ‘Your Majesty?’ Anton called looking at Hadrian with questioning eyes. But Hadrian remained quiet and still, looking at the door knob as if daring it to move. Anton felt the young emperor’s turmoil and stood in front of him to knock. Albert's voice rang from the other side of the door and Hadrian braced himself. But when the door opened, Albert was sitting on a chair in front of the coffee table, having a warm cup of coffee. Hadrian's eyes widened. Had he been deceived? Or was he thinking of scenarios that only brings himself more stress? He shook his head and looked at his injured cousin who was smiling ch

His arms wrapped around my legs and I dropped the chocolate box on the counter just in time to catch him. "What did I miss?" I asked, brushing my fingers through his curls. Celine turned, her eyes bright. "Caesar was just telling me about how he made a new friend....Sultan....but apparently, they already had a fight over a crayon box." "I didn't fight!" Caesar protested, glaring up at her with exaggerated innocence. "I just told him the red was mine." I chuckled, setting him down. "Possessive, just like his mother." Celine rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "Says the man who growled at a waiter for smiling at me."

Considering he was always a bit of a grump, I was surprised to find Ghost faring better than the rest of us. Caius emerged next; his brows creased with anger. His dark hair was messy, giving him a roguish look that went well with his massive frame. He truly was a caveman. Goddess, leave it to me to develop a caveman kink. Clearly not over our bickering, Knight flicked a distasteful look at Caius. “Are you two ready to leave or did you need another ten minutes for round two?” Caius had that disturbingly blank expression on his face. “Round two or round ten, it would take much longer than a few minutes to get me off.”

“You look beautiful.” A faint blush appeared across her cheeks. Before anything else could be said, Kael pointed accusingly toward the clown. “Can somebody finally explain who the hell that is?” Sarah immediately burst out laughing. Traci looked toward the clown. “Daddy.” Then Zayden barked out a laugh. “Oh hell no.” The clown reached up and pulled off the oversized headpiece. The piece covered the backside of his head. Sure enough, Roman’s grinning face appeared underneath. “I got you!” he shouted while pointing directly at Kael.

Caesar chuckled darkly, a sound that lacked any real warmth as he took a slow sip of his liquor. "Always so impatient, just like your father used to be before he learned how to listen to his superiors," Caesar sneered, placing his glass on the tray table between us with a light thud. "I have been reading the recent news coming out of the underworld, and I must admit that the masquerade massacre at the fake Lorenzo estate was highly entertaining." I didn't blink, my gaze remaining cold as I stared directly into his eyes, thinking about how much I wanted to wipe that smug look off his fucking face.