One Piece Caesar Clown Novels & Stories

Caesar said in a calm yet authoritative tone that seemed to compel people to serve him willingly. “It was my duty, Your Highness,” Klaus responded, keeping his head lowered. “Brother, aren’t you curious to see his slave? After all, Klaus chose her over a noble title,” Hommes reminded with a playful tone. "Oh, that’s right. Klaus, let your slave come over and introduce herself," Caesar said, his smile lingering. "Emilia, come here," Klaus called, his gaze turning to me. I lowered my head and slowly walked over to stand beside him.

“Someone approached me!” Caesar’s control snapped. He landed a brutal punch to Luca’s face. “F*CKING TALK!” he roared. Enzo quickly stepped in, holding Caesar back. “Easy.” Tears and blood streamed down Luca’s face. “I swear, I don’t know much! But he went by the name Leo! Please, forgive me!” Caesar pulled out his phone, his hand shaking with rage, and shoved a picture of Leo in front of Luca. “Was he the one?”

"You promised lunch, Mr. Sica, going back on your word only proves my theory about CEOs quite accurate." "Oh, it's quite the opposite actually Miss. Alva." He explained with glee. "I was going to take you somewhere fancy until you chose to dress like a nun. I can't have the tabloids saying I am dating some prude country girl." You have got this, I told myself. I fucking got this and I did until my phone suddenly chimed from the confines of my grip. I looked at the ID and let out a sigh of surprise. Ruby. "Hello,"

Caesar adjusted his dress and sparing a single glance at the confessor, he turned around and left. ******************* Caesar returned to the room to find Roseline there. She was walking tho and fro and looked worried, but as soon as she spotted him, her face beamed. "My King..!" She called with relief and ran to him. But he didn't respond to her touch and it made her flinch. "What're you doing here, Roseline? It's late" his voice was hard as he walked over to his wardrobe to take off his heavy clothes. Roseline swallowed hard.

The man who spoke previously said, “The chief is here.” As expected, the ones who came down from the helicopter this time were Clown and his subordinates. Clown was probably a chain-smoker. He had a cigarette in his mouth as he laughed heartily and walked toward the minivan. “Congratulations on the success of the concert, Miss Zendaya! Another chart-topping new song is in the making tomorrow!” At this moment, the lights on the cruise ship were turned on, they were as bright as daylight. Zendaya looked at Clown but she did not recognize him at all. She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?”

Since he already defended Cassian from the start, he had to go with his intention to the very end. "Mr. Salazar, making friends is a lot easier than making enemies. If you spare Cassian's life, you'll get me as a friend. This is a very profitable transaction for you." "Are you saying that a dying geezer like you is worthy of becoming my friend?" Claude couldn't endure Cain's arrogance any longer. He hollered at the latter, "Watch your mouth!" Cain didn't even bother glancing at Claude. Instead, he pulled out an ancient-looking crest that was the size of his palm from his pocket. Then, he tossed it to Thiago.

"Just business, your brother is a greedy clown." Greedy clown? So, was money all that Caesar was after? A great deal that brought money into his bank account and increased his lands. Honestly, at this point, Sergei would have been a better choice for that if he were to lick his boots than Ren. "And what kind of clown are you?" I asked, and his smile slowly dropped. That irritating smile of his was gone, replaced by a cold reality. "The one thirsty for blood, and not just anyone's blood but Sergei Morozov's." His expressions, his tone, he looked and sounded like the devil who had crawled out from under the very throne which Sergei ruled.

he murmured, eyes glinting as they flicked down to my lips, "unless you want me to stuff it close with something special for you." The words hit me like a shockwave, snapping me out of my daze. I gasped, instantly clamping my mouth shut, heat flooding my cheeks as his smirk widened with wicked amusement. I really wasn't dreaming. The man standing in front of me, half-naked and tempting, was Caesar. The last person I ever wanted to see. "C-Caesar..." I whispered, the name escaping before I could stop it. I blinked hard, taking another shaky breath, needing one more second to be sure I wasn't dreaming because he was real. Terrifyingly real.

Cassius was in charge of all their networking and hacking. “Keep my secrets, Cleo,” Cal one said seriously. Cleo was just disappointed that Junior had not tried to reach her but she swallowed tightly and said, “Fine. As long as we get to take down Fusion Sam too, I’ll act as your date but this is the last time and I’ll tell Claire to not help you either.” “I can’t stand any woman close to me,” Cal one said, frustrated, though it did not sound in his voice.

“I don’t know. I’m asking myself the same question but i think it’s just a waste of time. We’ll knock off soon. Lance and the other Associates are in a meeting discussing something.” “I envy you Ludo,” Lauren smiled. “Eh, why?” “You are working with the finest gentlemen. Lance is a 10, if it’s Caesar, Oh my god, it’s like he was just banished from heaven. He’s a fallen angel.” “You’re exaggerating, Lauren,” Ludo laughed. “Yes he’s fine but what you’re saying,” she paused, “You’re crazy.” “Talking about me huh?” Caesar appeared behind the women. They both froze embarrassed.