Booker Baxter Novels & Stories

Baxter said some time ago. “What does it have to do with other officials?” “Oh, of course there is. People here will do whatever they can to get rid of others so they can take their place.” “You took the opportunity to look for weaknesses in Arthur Milner.” Louis Baxter laughed on the other end of the line, “These people are so selfish! There's a lot of weakness in their character. I offered him the seat he wanted, and he was happy to spill everything he knows about Arthur Milner and the weaknesses behind his back. Win-win solution.”

Theodore was once again the man to ask all of the questions, where Baxter seemed impressed in a sense with Theodore’s questions, even though he hated such things. “There is no catch, you scratch my back by leaving the door open and I scratch yours by rewarding you more money than you make a year, we all win in the end.” Baxter smiled not even the slightest hint worried about slipping up with all the questions, as like I’d seen many times, he’s always calmed and collected.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.

If Madam Baxter returns and finds out we've been hesitating, she might think you're being arrogant. Luna nodded in agreement. "You're right about that. Madam Baxter is someone whom even General Turman treats with respect. Since we're asking for her help, we can't afford to seem ungrateful or too particular." Her beautiful, flawless face showed genuine uncertainty for once. "I'm trying to decide between studying under Mr. Goodman or Mr. Orben. Within Sovereign's Apothecary, Mr. Goodman has a reputation as a genuinely good person. He's kind-hearted, not driven by ambition, and exceptionally skilled in his craft.

I do it two more times, telling myself to suck it up because sucking it up is what I do on a daily basis. I'm still standing frozen in one spot, hoping my mini-panic attack will go away when I spot something familiar. 1117. My locker number. I only glanced at it when Mrs. Stephens handed me my schedule. I'm weird about numbers. I can remember them like a photograph in my head but I totally suck at math. This number also happens to be Dad's birthday. November seventeenth. I see it everywhere. I almost always happen to look at the clock and find that it's 11:17. And now it's my locker number. Maybe the universe enjoys screwing with me.

“Why do you hate Arthur so much now? He used to be your role model for men. Mom, what happened?” “Sam, wake up! He is cursed and would be dead soon. You and I are very much aware of that.” “Is that why you and dad are gathering opposes to overthrow him?” “Look Sam, there are things that even you with all your wisdom wouldn’t be able to understand from an elder’s viewpoint. You must learn to switch things up when the time comes without being so emotional about it. Arthur Murray is doomed. Maxwell Murray is the new leader and we must embrace him now before it is too late.”

After the lecture, I grabbed my books and got up, Ciara had to stay back to assist the lecturer. I walked towards the route of the exit. It still felt as if I was been followed even in the hall. I panicked a little and hastened my pace and then bumped into someone. My books fell in the process. "Sorry, I'm so sorry," I muttered and quickly bent to pick up my books. The person I'd bumped into also squatted and rather said, "Hi." I raised my head and met his adorable grey eyes. Damien Baxter. The second son of Middleton famous basketballer coach.

"Sir, you can't let him go." "Who? Sutcliffe? What's your problem with him?" "He knows too much." "Sutcliffe's been nothing but loyal. He's performed perfectly." "Sir, he's been privy to everything that's gone between us. He knows names, times, places. If he's caught..." "He's leaving the country." Baxter's voice turns to a hiss. "Have you seen his passport? It's a fake and a bad one. Sir, he's an amateur. You cannot let him go."

(Viscount Baxter Anderton) Many were agreed with Viscount Baxter resolute actions, and even praised him for his brave actions against the tyranny church of light. “That is my interviews with the Twin Star City Lord, Viscount Baxter Anderton..who I can say was an upstanding man and a responsible noble..”. (Robert Kennedy) “Mr. Robert, that was yesterday interviews right?..today is there any official statements from the Visma Royals?..”. (Quara Raedrim)