Very Nice Caesar-chan Novels & Stories

Group chat in F******k and non-stop messages. — Little niece to take care of Captain Paul’s hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care of Captain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care ofCaptain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care ofCaptain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. …… Someone else sends you lucky money, it's difficult to control yourself not to open it, red envelopes $10 of "Firefighters are good at catching cats" also worked Fiona startle.

Ceasar received a call from Selene. “Yes sweetheart, you finally got tired and called me,” he scoffed as he answered the call , he sat in his favorite chair, spread his legs in the basin , let one of his maids clean and massage him, his athletic ,erect yet well built body covered in numerous tattoos was wrapped in his nightgown. His teeth covered in silver ornaments shone every time the light hit them, his jet black wet long hair, held in a short ponytail on his head, his fingers, covered in rings, held tight on his cigarette. A glass of scorched tequila in another . “I have a package, I want you to help me handle it,” Selene said on the other line .

In that instant, I could tell by mere looking at her that she knew, she messed up. "You have no idea who I am," Reiner said through clenched teeth. "I am CAESAR. Tell that to your other sluts when you hold your unreasonable meetings. You are dead, Audrey. Dead. You shall know no peace and forever be cursed. You've got ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes to get your sorry ass out of my sight and my island. You're henceforth banned from Sun island! Surprised? That's right, bitch. Forever you shall hear of Sun island but never set foot here. Your great grand father will regret this day, bitch. I am CAESAR. Don't ever forget my name, hoe. Now get the hell out of my sight!" He released her by roughl

’ The young Emperor answered as the young lady stood up with her head high. ‘I’m sorry to interrupt,’ the young lady said. ‘But I do not like the way you speak to my grandmother.’ The statement left Anton and Hadrian wondering how she said so. ‘As you might know, she is the Baroness Brigitta von Westenholz.’ ‘Anya!’ the old lady scolded raising her voice. ‘You do not know what you’re saying, young lady!’ ‘But grandmother!’ the young lady named Anya protested. ‘This peasant dared to even answer back at you!’

He pulls me into a hug when he reaches me, both of us looking in surprise at Cain when he makes an odd sort of feral growling noise, which he almost immediately covers by coughing. "Did you just growl?" I ask with a laugh and he frowns at me, shaking his head as though I'm crazy so I look at Damien for backup and he nods. While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke.

He said smoothly, looking at me intensely. I didn't know what to say, so--- "Ting ting!" I looked at Caesar with wide eyes and I saw how his eyes danced with humour at our nickname. Oh Cherry! "Some nicknames though." He snorted shaking his head. I knew he'll comment on it! "And you say you're the one to come up with sweet nicknames?" I teased quirking up a brow. "At least they make your heart beat fast." He winked. No lie. The freaking fucker I had here!

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

And incoming chat messages. ishan 17.20 Citra- are you home yet? 17.31 Image? 17.54 Citra, I like a wolf 17.59 Let me know 19.20 Citra- me in front of your apartment I read all chats from Ishan. I think I know why Ishan is acting strangely like that to me. I do not care. I put my phone away from my bed and continued to charge it. Then sleep. ***

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?