Callisto Richardson Novels & Stories

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve let them do it.” Adrian’s voice turned lethal. “You’re behind this.” Richard chuckled. “Not behind it… but certainly aware.” He glanced at me. His eyes cold, calculating, hungry locked onto my face. “Elena Dawson,” he said softly. “You continue to be full of surprises.” Adrian stepped in front of me again. “You’re not touching her.” Richard raised a brow. “Who said I needed to?” Then he looked past us toward the broken window where Calla had disappeared and his smile deepened.

, I had already made a promise to myself never to tell her what iam always passing through In school. She exhaled. "Kelsi we have no choice here, that's the only place that was like a home to us, remember Mr Richard sponsored your education, feed and shelter for us. We need to return the favor by helping him take care of his family till he will be discharged from the hospital, And You know I've not been sitting idle, and this sale is not going well, can't you see we have to survive. How many people have you seen that's a maid that enjoys the privilege the Richard's are giving to us?

- He reached out his hands, his tone deep and firm. I brought out a small bottle filled with a clear liquid with Irina's scab floating in it. Without a word, i placed the bottle in Richard's hands, staring as he took it and went about his thing. "Done." - Richard smiled, placing the pincers back on the tray as he pushed Camille's corpse back into the freezer, dusting his hands as he walked towards me.

I locked the drawer. --- Richardson called at seven PM. I almost didn't answer. He had the particular persistence of a board member who had decided that something was an opportunity and couldn't understand why his CEO was not treating it as one, and conversations with him in this mode required patience I was not in full supply of this week. "I found her," he said. I didn't say anything immediately. "The assistant," he said. "Miss Andy. Adriana Salvadore's point of contact. I know who she is."

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m