Athanasia And Claude Novels & Stories

Athena. “Shall I proceed?” Commander Zeus asks me. I stare at him, confused. Dazed by a heady feeling I cannot quite understand. “Proceed with what, Commander?” I whisper, staring down at him as he kneels between my parted legs. Only the Commander's cloak is draped carelessly between my thighs. I suddenly feel very self conscious. At this moment, I have no other barrier between the Commander and my naked body. Only the cloak. Slowly, I try to rise. But his palm against my abdomen stills me. Then he brushes his lips over one bare thigh. A shaky gasp scrapes out of me.

His crew mirrored him, following his movements and body's fluidity at once—until their music cut mid-drop. “Again?” Pete growled, turning to face the studio glass. Sure enough, the ballet class on the other side had flipped the speaker connection. Their music—something orchestral and older than God himself, drifted in, reverberating through the glass. A cluster of ballet dancers lined up, chuckling softly in their flats, eyes darting toward them like they were wild animals they had to endure. And at the center, as always, was William Whitlock. With his curly hair, sculpted cheekbones, and the smugness of someone born to look down on people.

Fighting back would only be kicking against the pricks. Marissa took on her eagle form, spread her wings, and took the sky. Adrian sat on her back, scanning every inch of Medicis Manor. He could not locate Claude, but he did spot three men in black. "Drop down here," Adrian instructed. As they descended, he could finally see what was going on. Claude, covered in ashes, was sitting on the chimney of the kitchen. When the three men in black got close to him, he would throw a handful of ash at them and yell, "These ashes are poisonous!"

I knew the claw marks were deep. “Nathaniel, you’re injured. We have to get you patched up.” “We don’t have time for that now, Dominique. We are in the middle of a war. Please hang on tight to this tree and wait for me to return. You will have to climb down if I don’t come back soon. Slowly slide down to the next tree limb, okay?” I asked. “I can’t. I’m afraid of heights. I can’t stay up here. If I try to climb down, I’ll fall and die. So you have to take me back down. Please, Nathaniel, don’t leave me up here,” Dominique begged as she began to cry.

, Claude continued, sure he had the attention of the four other people in the room, me included. Jacob nodded and Claude revealed, "Apparently the flash is not so empty, it's just bug ridden. In his own terms", like Claude would never dream of saying something like 'bug ridden' in the entirety of his life. I snorted at that analogy, finding it to be true. And everyone's eyes were on me again. Fuck Dalia. "Care to explain what's funny?", Claude taunted, his brows arched in question. I glanced around, hoping to meet Jacob's eyes, but he was staring at his phone and I gulped down my hope.

“Tell us. Why was Claude here? Evelyn is one of the creators and partners of the Carnival City project. That’s been clear from the start. If I wanted my mortal enemy involved, I wouldn’t have waited until now. You know exactly how deep the feud between Alpha Johnson and me runs, Helena! I consider this is fucking betrayal!” He finished his past part growling. Helena swayed slightly on her towering heels, looking like she might collapse. “This—this isn’t betrayal, I swear, Asher! You’re the most important person to me. My whole family has proven our loyalty to you! Remember?” she pleaded, trying to step closer to him, but he didn’t let her. “Claude and I were classmates at business school, yo

Blaze's angry howls filled the night air. "Arghh! You fucker. You broke my arm," Claude hollered, the syringe dropping on the sand below as he bent over from the pain while Asher still held his limp arm. "I am going to break a lot more just you watch. No one touches Anna on my watch." A threatening growl resonated in Asher's broad chest as he grabbed Claude by his neck and raised him in the air, choking him. Claude's eyes popped out from the force Asher applied as all the veins in Asher's hand became prominent.

The man said to Claudia. “Tomorrow is perfectly fine with me sir, I need some time to coax Madison to join me on the tour.” Claudia said to the man who returned her smile with one of his. “Call me Anton, and we are here.” The man said to Claudia who rushed to look out her window with childlike excitement. She saw that they were at a set of huge and majestic gates that were being soundlessly pulled open. Claudia rushed to wind down her glass but saw that she could not. “Sorry, security measures. When you are ready for your tour you can admire everything for as long as you want. I will give instructions that you should be allowed to enjoy the views as long as you want.” Anton said to Claudia w

She was wearing a below the knee overcoat and long red pumps and her lashes batted suggestively as she swayed her hips from side to side. “Hey Vannie!” Claude flashed her a big smile. She smiled back, “hey.” “Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Claude said and got up. I tried signaling him with my eyes, if somebody needed to leave, it was Vanessa, I didn’t have the time to deal with her drama right now. Claude saw the signal but acted oblivious, “You kids have fun,” he said. I forced a smile. Vanessa was smiling wildly as she stood by the sofa that Claude had been seating on.

The audacity. Across the room, Claude's lips twitched. Then, I saw it. He was trying very hard not to laugh. Unfortunately for him, Rachelle saw it too. Slowly, she turned her head toward her mate. The look she gave him could have frozen an entire army. Claude immediately cleared his throat, and the twitching disappeared completely. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said with all the dignity of a king trying to save himself. "Claudian Alexander IV."