One Piece Caesar Clown Novels & Stories

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.

I finally let out a slight moan that I've been holding back, and a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, dark and mocking, his lips brushing my ear. “‘Oh?’” he repeated, his tone a sharp taunt. “That’s all you can give me? I’ll drag more than a whimper out of you before I’m done and next time, it better be my name spilling out of that pretty mouth of urs.” Caesar said with his fingertips pressing harder against my clit, rubbing fast circles through the fabric, each stroke rough and sharp with friction, every pass cruelly precise.