Athanasia And Claude Novels & Stories

Henry dismissed the unnecessary question-answer session. Athena steadily made her way toward where Roman was seated. She could feel some curious glances toward her. She sighed in her heart and took a seat beside Roman who seemed busy chatting with his Maternal Uncle, Philip Campbell. Beside him was his beautiful wife Kathleen Campbell who was also chatting with Helen. Across from Roman was Clara Hill, Helen's niece and beside her was her brother Lucas Hill was now chatting with Elijah. Athena felt Clara's snickering eyes on her from time to time. Athena had met Clara many times when she came to visit Morin's mansion. They were around the same age and she didn't know why Clara didn't like her

Claude called out, his trembling voice echoing through the empty room. There was no response apart from the rustling of wind stirring the curtains. Heather was really gone. An unfamiliar panic instantly engulfed Claude. He stood in the room like an abandoned pup, looking around in bewilderment. No, it couldn't be. There was no way she'd really leave. She loved this pack and him so much. "Oh, that's right. The Luna coronation ceremony is next week," Claude muttered to himself, as if grasping at his last lifeline.

Anais saw one of the omega laughing with Atlas and another of them at the bar talking. She felt sick. She had been sitting at the table, where Atlas had told her to, all night while his mate spent time with someone else. She looked further and saw a picture of herself sitting alone at the table, a picture of Atlas’ sharp look on the stairs and one of Atlas sitting next to her at the table with his back slightly turned to Anais while he spoke to Crowley. While that might not have been a cause for discussion, it was also the rest of the picture. Charlie and Gilda were engrossed together on her other side and Charlie was also slightly turned away from her.

Nathan's POV The antique Aston Martin purred through the rain-slicked streets of Lower Manhattan, its handcrafted leather interior cocooning Clara and me in perfect isolation. Through bulletproof windows, I watched the faces of our remaining opponents cycle across Times Square's massive displays – their empires crumbling in real-time as Sophie's breakthrough reshaped the global market. Even Marcus Holloway's last desperate press conference had been reduced to a footnote in the financial ticker.

The skinny man said. At this point, it’s just a normal conversation. Claude felt sorry cause it feels like intruding their privacy, so he decided to at least buy something from the shop. They didn’t need to know he was listening in, but this is just for his conscience. But before he was about to walk to the door, he heard. “Is Hayate still working with you?” ‘Hayate?’ Claude frowned. ‘Isn’t that the name Jai and Darrion are looking for?’

She was scared that she didn’t know what he meant. ******** Nathaniel made his way back downstairs; only for Anthony to tell him they had guests over. The one and only Octavio De Rosa was here with his son. Nathaniel walked out to find Derek already sitting. He looked very calm and collected, but Nathaniel could tell he was ready to strike if given the chance. His face showed no emotion as Nathaniel made his way towards them. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” Nathaniel asked as he took a seat on the side of Derek.

“There’s no such thing as can’t. If I want something—or someone—I’ll get them. One way or another.” Alexander leaned back, smug. “Alina’s unattainable.” My eyes snapped up at the sound of my name. Claude gave me a slow once-over, eyes dragging lazily over every visible inch of me before locking back on my face. That mischievous glint was there again. The one that said he was about to do something reckless. He stood, still smiling. Alexander watched his every move like a hawk. “I bet I could have her,” Claude said, smirking. “Five minutes alone in the drawing room, and she’ll forget all about you.”

He pushed the woman who got it and her relatives were shaken by what Athanasia did. In his right hand he holds a glass of wine and in the other hand a flower. The elders whisper that Ceasar's daughter is going crazy and that she will never find a man for her. Well, I am here. Thana is ready to get married and be married at any moment now. Whether he agrees or not, he will come with me. The one month I gave him to rest and think is over. "Athanasia, you're crazy. Picture taking!" shouted his cousin and their partners. Thana frowned and wanted to slap the cousins who were in the picture. I walked over to it and put my arms around it, kissed its forehead, and pointed at the camera.

The duo seemed to be too lost into the moment that they forgot about Selene's presence completely, not even realizing when she left. "F*@k!" Claude cursed under his breath as he reluctantly pulled back to catch some air. He gazed down at her, watching her chest moving up and down as she did the same. "That was hot." He spoke up after a while, earning himself a playful smack right on the shoulder. "You were clearly enjoying it, were you not?" She spoke up as she pressed her blushing cheeks into his chest. "Well, you can't blame me for finding it amusing. Nothing is sexier than your wife staking a claim on you before another woman." He smiled down at her rather cheekily.

Claude's logic found her to be a perfect suspect, but his intuition was telling him otherwise. Back to the present, Flora was looking at Claude. He looked like a beautiful Greek statue. And he looked very busy with his thoughts so she didn’t want to interrupt him. She poured him some Whiskey to calm his nerves. Claude accepted the glass gracefully but was never able to take a sip. For Mr. Daniel screamed suddenly in pain and fell on the carpet, dead.