Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Caesar Flickerman

“The most important part in this line of work is the sense of justice! I hate those who bully the good and fear the bad the most!” “You got a little famous around Pedestrian Street, so you thought you’re actually a somebody?” “You’re still terrorizing the market and the people in it every single day! You’re just trying to piss me off, aren’t you?!” Slam! Master Caesar grew more and more furious as he spoke. He immediately swung his steel pipe at Brother Fly’s knee. “Aaaah!” Baleful wails resounded as Brother Fly’s knee shattered. However, Master Caesar did not have any intention to stop. He broke all four of Brother Fly’s limbs before finally stopping to catch his breath.

He had predicted an outburst of Rage from Caesar and anticipated bloodshed but was astounded when an unexpected reaction came from him. There was a certain look in his eyes that he couldn't quite understand nor explain, it was as if he was distracted, there was worry written all over him; which is unbelievable because Caesar never worries about anything. He has nothing to lose and is undoubtedly heartless. He is the most untrustworthy being in the entire universe, sly in nature, and kills without remorse. A terrifying beast knew by every creature of hell. He is ruthless, aggressive, and a warrior raised and bred by the prince of lust himself. There is no way in hell he has a heart, not to t

The beast that ruled this land. His snarl made the floor tremble beneath my feet. His eyes flicked from me to the knife, calculating, burning, furious. “Don’t move!” the assassin shouted, tightening his grip. “One step and she dies!” But Alexandro didn’t step. He didn’t need to. His power filled the room like a storm. His muscles twitched, ready to pounce. A predator moments away from tearing apart his prey. I was shaking now, tears threatening to spill. “Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, unsure whether I was pleading to the assassin or to Alexandro.

“Oh wait, sorry, husband. I would have you know I’d rather he be dead so whatever it is, I’m not helping so you can go sashay your way back to whoever sent you and we’d pretend this never happened.” Clara couldn’t help but flinch in her spot under the desk which seemed to be getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Maybe it was the fact that she was a little scared of this side of Lucian or the fact that his butt was directly above her head. Who knew? Celeste felt her insides twist at the acid in his voice as he all but spat the word husband. She held her ground, wanted to, but the sinister laugh that followed him as he rose up from the desk made her wish she ran out the door the minute he d

Just then, Lucy walked out of the examination room. From where I stood, I could clearly see that the moment Lucas turned to look at her, she instantly switched into a weak and pitiful act. She gave a frail smile. "The doctor said the baby's safe. Thank goodness..." Before she could finish speaking, Lucas slapped her hard across the face, sending her crashing to the floor. The man's expression was terrifyingly dark, his face twisted with murderous hatred. "You bitch. Why didn't you just die together with that bastard child?"

"Oh, really? Then, don't you think that isn't enough to serve as your gratitude for our help? Why don't you try to tell me how great of a person I am? That would be enough to serve as your gratitude." "Fuck off if you're not eating." Caesar responded before he turned his attention to me, smiling sweetly again. "Why haven't you started eating? Aren't prawns and crabs your favorites? Or do you want me to feed you myself? I could do that." And he really tried to feed me, but before he could do so, I had already stopped him by slapping his hand away from my plate and giving him a glare. "I can eat by myself." And without giving him another chance to speak, I started eating to my heart's content.

She thought of calling her mom but didn't want to worry her. Caesar couldn't concentrate on his meal. All he saw were soulful grey eyes that had sadness and pain etched deeply into them. They were in a restaurant down the street from the company and Caesar had ordered a Quinoa pear salad with spinach, cranberries and pecans while Bryan ordered three turkey parmesan burgers with two thick milkshakes.

He knelt, his eyes like black ice. “Who gave you the order to run my husband off the bridge?” he asked, his voice almost gentle. “I know the attack was meant for the cop but you know…” Silence. Just ragged breathing. “I guess we do it the hard way.” Caesar stood, pulling a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He lit the cigarette, took a slow drag, and let the smoke curl into the cold air. “Burn them alive,” he said, his tone casual, like he was ordering lunch. “We don’t have all day.”

At the far end, a fireplace roared like a caged beast, casting dancing shadows over oil portraits of Drevanes who looked like they’d strangled rivals for using the wrong fork. Welcome to the Hunger Games, if the tributes were forced to eat truffle foam with a gold spoon. The butler bowed. “Mademoiselle Veyron.” All eyes snapped to me. Showtime, Selene. I pasted on Selene’s vacant smile—the one she used when ignoring servants—and glided forward. Inside, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped sparrow. Don’t trip. Don’t blink. Don’t breathe too loudly. Cassian sat at the head of the table, all sharp angles and storm clouds. He didn’t look up from his tablet, but I felt his gaze like a

Compared to himself, there was a huge difference between the both of them. Nevertheless, that was not the main point. 'These two people look like they’re only in their 20s, yet they dare come forth to hunt Dark Race beings?' "Hey Caesar, these two are here to hunt Dark Race beings. Please take care of them." Caesar Shakespeare was a middle-aged man and a Rank 5 Evolved One. He was the strongest one in Zombieland. Caesar was surprised as no one had bought tickets to hunt Dark Race beings. He glanced at Lucas and Rae with a sharp gaze.