Callisto Richardson Novels & Stories

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

Elsabet looked around, trying to spot the hazy outline of the other woman. “Then how?” She demanded. “Who are you talking to?” Bast frowned at her. She glowered at him. “We were friends.” Calisto said. “He’d have none of me.” Her voice was somewhat laughing as she admitted it. “Thankfully.” “Explain.” Elsabet turned in the chair so quickly her silver-blonde hair whipped around her. Blue eyes narrowing and turning stormy as she spoke to the darker part of the library. “Is she here?” He demanded. “Ask her about Raese.”

he said. Rachel froze. “And now,” he added, eyes sharpening, “Dominic Morello’s wife. Did I stutter?” The air left her lungs. How did this stranger know that? Who was he? He extended his hand politely. “Richard,” he said. “I work for Bryce. His assistant. Do you remember me now?” Everything inside Rachel turned to ice. She tried to stand but her body refused. Richard noticed. “You didn’t come here with me willingly, did you?” he asked quietly.

, as well as exotic locales like Paris and Banff. A flicker of understanding crosses Richard's face as he connects the dots – Kalix has taken Audrey on a secret getaway, away from prying eyes. Despite his deep-seated animosity towards Kalix, Richard knows he must tread carefully. The urge to publicly confront Kalix simmers beneath the surface, but Richard recognizes the delicate balance he must maintain for the sake of Ashford Corporation. With a heavy heart, he resolves to keep this incriminating evidence to himself, shielding the family's reputation from scandal.

Richard's eyes dilated in a bit of shock, but it was gone in a split of second as it came. “I believe you know who he is, Mr. Presley.” She withdrew her phone and gently made herself comfortable on the bed, making it as sexy as possible. “Of course you do. Everyone knows Mr. Reynolds, he's one of the richest and powerful men in the whole world. He is known for his good moral standards, and he hates scandals.” she whispered the last words with a sly grin. Richard clenched his fist as he was slowly getting where she was driving. Why didn't he think of this? She won't be so bold to blackmail him if she wasn't so prepared.

"What's even more astonishing is that you're good at strategizing to shake up Goojoo, but you can't process that intelligence to reveal what's going on in your life. Which makes you doing something very futile." Calysta's hands clenched even tighter. Until her knuckles turned white. Her eyes also did not move anywhere but began to feel hot because Richard's words really hit her heart. It was not easy for her to refute all the words of the man who became her interlocutor. All those words were full of truth.

"Lily might have played innocent, but she was bold. She never hid her desire to become Mrs. Northwood—" "I did it," Cailyn admitted. Calista looked down and kneaded her joints. She was a restorer of cultural relics. To put it bluntly, she was a craftsman. Despite her slender fingers, there were thin calluses on her fingertips. Her skin was nowhere near delicate at all. "I have one last question for you. Were you trying to push me into the pool just now?" Cailyn said nothing. But after a brief moment of hesitation, she suddenly reached out to push Calista into the pool.

She met my gaze again. “Did you just run out of adjective, Author Westley?” I was only wearing a black tuxedo and wore my hair back while she was wearing a floor-length long sleeve embellished silk daring gown with Swarovski crystal beads that covered the important part of her body. The swells of her breasts were exposed, but it still looked pretty decent on her. Her hair was curled and fixed it at the back of her head in a stylish way. I noticed Mr. Carilli was with us, which I met him earlier. He was one of my brother’s invites.

Jackie stared at him with her smoky eyes and got up suddenly to stand before him. "You are Mr Richard Ferdinand Rossi, second son of the fifteenth generation of the Rossi dynasty. Born to Mabel and Jeremiah Rossi, surviving heir of the Rossi inheritance and co-owner of Petals Cosmetics and Pharmaceuticals, never married, no relationships that lasted more than a month, and a hopeless playboy. Shocked? I do my homework detailedly. Can you leave now?" Richard was beyond shocked; he was dumpfounded. He had never had his life read to him like a biography. She was clearly angry with him and she looked the part.

Callisto responded before I kissed her lips. The taste of her lips were as sweet as the berries she had eaten. Addictive, sweet, wet and wonderfully made but in excess a deadly poison yet I kept playing into her hands like pudding. Callisto was an interesting woman yet something about her was hell I didn't want to see. She pulled away as well panted softly before I carried her and placed her on the sheets and covered her. "Is a day enough to lose all that weight?" I asked as she threw her book at me.