Vanquish Soul Caesar Valius Novels & Stories

If only they knew that I would rather be in Bora Bora enjoying my teen years than rule a bunch of stubborn goats masked as wolves. "If you could see the resemblance between my brother and father, surely your eyes are working fine enough to notice the same with Alpha King Alexander and Valeria. Besides, these are certified by three independent labs," Caius replied, his voice ice-cold. "But if you want to waste your time and money, go ahead and do it." Caius always had a way of making other feel stupid in a subtle way and I loved it. Teach me your ways, master. "I see you came to pick a fight," Beard Guy growled.

"You love him, don't you?" I paused for a moment, thinking of Zac, then softly replied, "Yes, I do. I love him very much." Verus nodded, understanding, sitting back in his seat and smiled. "Well, let's go get him, then." And at that point, I knew I had no choice but to trust this almost two-thousand-year-old gladiator. I just hoped I was making the right choice. "Before we go, let's get one thing straight," I said, my own green eyes flaring. One side of Verus' lips curled into a menacing smile, knowing what I was going to say. "If you double cross me, you won't live long to tell about it. That's a promise."

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

Astraea whispered to herself “Strange, why is she hiding her face?!!..” She was looking lost when Alpheus and Caesar approached her. And when they had come before her, they knelt, bowing their heads, and when they raised her for the first time, she scrutinized their features, that they were exceedingly handsome, for Alpheus had very beautiful blue eyes, And Cesar has green eyes No, wait, his eyes are also blue, and his face is delicately sculpted.. but despite their overpowering handsomeness, Xavier is the most handsome of them all..

I exhorted Hera, running off. Her jog caught up to mine, and we halted a few feet from the Vel’sotars. “Stop!” I ordered, pushing all of my energy into that one word. “He’s an undead.” “And you are unwelcome, trespasser.” One of the Vel’sothar tilted its head slowly, its hollow eyes landing on us. It bared its yellowed razor teeth, voice gravelly and cruel. “Oh, you want this one back? You have no dominion here.” He jiggled Valen’s soul like a paper doll and retorted. “He belongs to the dark.”

Quade settled into the passenger seat before saying, "There must be a way to at least get her memories back. Don't get me wrong, if she doesn't remember she ever loved you that's no problem on my part. I just want her to be able to remember her childhood. I want her to be able to tell our pup stories about the crazy things she did growing up because I don't exactly have any fun stories to share. She can't do that now because most of her time was spent with you and all those memories have just vanished. It's not like what you did just erased you from her life as if you didn't exist and her memories just altered to make it seem like you were never there. No, you didn't just remove yourself, yo

Ben, his PA replied before he left the room to do as he was tasked. "You will fucking regret big time Ivan. An eye for an eye." Caesar muttered under his breath, his mind already plotting the perfect retaliation that would make his rival go crazy as a sinister smile craved on his lips. Caesar oepned his laptop as a field of lavender displayed in his homescreen. Flashes of last night with Lailah played in his mind. Her sweet scent, her cries, her trembling naked body beneath him—it was making him go crazy to the point he wants to stay inside her the whole night and fuck her hard till she shoots blank.

“I came across a warehouse that is filled with antiques. It looks as if they are just sitting in the warehouse collecting dust and a lot of them are valuable.” “How valuable?” Daxton turned to Carter. “I wasn’t able to get inside, but when I looked through the window, I noticed a vase that I believe dates back as far as the seventeenth century. I remembered seeing it in an auction book a long time ago. If I remember correctly it went for eighty million dollars.” “Are you sure it is real?” “That I don’t know. As I said, I only saw it through the window. Even if it is a fake, it will still likely sell for a decent price.” Carter shrugged as he ate the drumstick.

She looked directly at Elias. “Valeria’s power is no longer just of blood. She has joined with something older than bone. Your bond with her… may now become a key she can twist in either direction.” Bain stepped forward. “Then we cut that key out before she tries.” Malthea’s voice echoed like thunder. “Only if you’re willing to pay the cost. Blood for blood. Soul for soul.” Back in New York Cassian ran through the marble hallway with a cape made from Bain’s old jacket and a plastic sword in hand. He yelled, “I’m saving the baby!” as Cassie smiled from the doorway, one hand on her belly.

Cassian stood with his head bowed. Luca beside him, jaw locked. And there, at the center of it all— Valerio. Her soldier. Her shadow. The boy with the soft eyes and steel aim. The one who used to sneak Mateo chocolate and sharpen her blades before battle. He was twenty-two. Now he was dead. They’d carved something into his chest. A message in crude lines, burned deep with acid: "Varela blood is not sacred." Cassian turned to her. “It’s the Lorenzis.”