Callisto Richardson Novels & Stories

Everything had happened so fast, I was shocked when she contacted me and asked for us to meet in person, I always thought Clair was a man, turns out he's a she and she's been in my life since I could remember. It was a pity no one really knows who she is, I had the chance to meet her personally a while back, everything just takes time, she was a generous yet painful woman, she can take you whole life and leave you with nothing, in the end you'll still be wondering how she did it. "So, Camila Brinx is dead, what's next?" I ask Clair, she chuckles softly, turning her feline eyes up at me. I keep forgetting she's a real person, the way she just turns her eyes up at you and smiles, it was like s

Drake says. As we walk into the conference room, Drake follows me in. He takes a seat beside Colby and leans forward on his elbows. “So, I understand Kate explained a bit of my situation; I am looking for a woman who looks like this woman in this picture. I believe she goes by the name Lucy,” he says.

Kelly told me. “Kel! Find me a call girl,” Calisto exclaimed as Kelly smacked his forehead. “You are gross.” Kelly looked at him with a disgusted face. “Hyacinth,” Raven called as I turned to him. I let go of Calisto as Kelly smacked him many times to walk straight.

I realise the blonde is still standing there, waiting for me to dismiss her or say something else, so I refocus, wanting to know who the delicious scent belongs to, because I'm fairly certain it's not the girl standing in front of me. "Perhaps." I lean forward and inhale, sure enough the wildflower aroma is only on the material, not from the girl in front of me. "Ask her who the dress belongs to." Rei perks up again. His interest is unusual but obvious, he suspects it may belong to our mate and his desire to find and claim her is taking precedence over everything else. "In a minute." Despite also wanting to find out who the mystery girl is, I need to find out more about this Calista first, t

But this job, this interview, is a once-in-a-career opportunity that I am finally excited for. I get ready quickly, washing and curling and swiping on makeup. I give myself an assessing once-over at my reflection in the mirror. I went with black dress pants that synch around my waist, and cling to my legs enough to show the definition, but without being indecent for work. A long, bell-sleeved red blouse dips just low enough to show off the very upper swell of my breast, with my push up bra keeping the girls tame under the v-neck. Professional, yet just the right amount of sexy to make this rich CEO more willing to talk to me openly. Hopefully, at least. He may still not be into it, but my ga

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

Callisto. I faked a laugh, saying, “Oh, nothing special; we met at an event that happened last year, and you know, love at first sight, hahaha." The tip of her lips raised as she looked at me up and down, but she stopped before speaking again. “Aw, that’s so romantic." She snatched a glass of wine from the waiter who passed by and continued, “I’ve never thought that Callisto would be engaged to someone; it’s the last thing that I thought would happen. Because, you know, Callisto and I used to date before."

The name Calista Myles haunted the quiet hours of the night. Back in New York, Camilla lay beside Riccardo in their bed, the moonlight casting pale silver across the sheets. Her thoughts refused to settle. The file Wren had given her sat on the nightstand, unopened since their return. But her mind had already memorized every word, every trace. Calista had vanished fifteen years ago. Last known address: London. Last known occupation: Intelligence liaison. Last known message: “She’s gone. I’m done.”

A pretty girl who looks a little older than me with blue hair and eyebrow piercing "Not what you expected, huh?" she asks "Not really?" I say with a small laugh "Yeah, I get that a lot," she replies. She beckons me over "Well, take a seat," I eye the rickety looking chair suspiciously but take a seat anyway ,to my suprise it was a comfortable chair. She looks at me expectantly, and I just stare back. "Well, are you going to start?" "Oh right, yes," I clear my throat "Umm... my name is Callista Richards the second." My nerves take over and I start talking

I made my way to the second level of the yacht, where Callista and Eric were talking at separate tables. Callista was talking to a short, blond-haired older woman. Her paid tan was nearly orange, and her teeth were bleached ultra-white. The massive diamonds around her wrist and neck showcased her money and body. The bathing suit she had on must have been from Victoria's Secret. Her Louis Biutton Heels accentuated her near-perfect physique, which she proudly displayed. I saw Callista caress her forearm with a seductive smile. The same one she gives to me. Was this female someone she'd already been with before me?