Chandra Schwartz Novels & Stories

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

"Your 3 o'clock is here." "Send them in." I closed my laptop. A young woman walked in, maybe twenty-two, nervous and trying to hide it. "Mrs Dray, I'm Sarah Chen. I'm one of the recipients of the Jones Foundation scholarship." "Sarah, please sit." I gestured to the chair across from me. "How's school going?" "Really well actually." Her face lit up. "I'm graduating this year with a degree in engineering. And I wanted to thank you personally because without that scholarship I never could have afforded it."

“She might not love you but she would never do something like that.” “Do you think I cheated on her?” Allen scoffed. “What would I gain from having a mistress? My parents would kill me but she…she has all the right to do that.” “Enough all of you.” Old Grandpa shouted. “I will handle this but until then this matter stays in this room, until then prepare for the big day.” “What big day?” A voice shouted from behind. It was one of the shareholders of The Rodriguez's group. “I hope you do not plan on making her the chairman of the company after her infidelity.”

She was the longest serving board member with Vanguard since the death of the dad of Daniel. Odalia Chen, who was younger than Elowen by a matter of ten years, followed her, with an expression that indicated that she was barely holding back on something. Then Calanthe Rodriguez whom I had in fact previously met at a defense contractors conference in Washington DC three years ago. She acknowledged me by a slight nod of the head as she sat down at the table.

Schwartz’s house was a warm, welcoming place, not the large home of the Delano’s but this house seemed empty, lacking any lived-in feeling. She trailed behind the exotic woman leading the way. “James, your friend has turned up,” drawled the tall woman, turning her head of gleaming black hair to look at Maja, almost speculatively. “Hey there!’ said Schwartz, smiling as he rose to his feet, looking as breathtakingly handsome as ever. He grinned at her but she could see the wariness in his eyes as he waved, indicating that she should sit down on one of the welcoming armchairs.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

I clicked on the video of the report, and Kimberly’s pitiful face appeared on the screen. “Hello everyone, I’m the whistleblower, Kimberly Scott. Honestly, I really didn’t want to offend Ms. Amelia, but I was forced to speak up because I had no other choice. “I’m just a girl from a slum, and I really don’t understand why Ms. Amelia has been targeting me so frequently. Even the James Family Sponsorship spot that I had earned through my own abilities was canceled with just a word from her.

Her face forms a smile when she sights her sister. Aunty Stella, who just clocked forty. Still looked young and beautiful. Mrs Wachukwu wasn't an exception. She still looked young in her fifties. "When did you get back from your trip?" Mrs Wachukwu asks while she uses her to asks her sister to sit down. "Earlier today, what of Chief?" Aunty Stella asks. "He is on a business trip, in South Africa, he will be back by next month, I think, " Mrs Wachukwu replies with a smile.

Yes, there's worse than that. I'm Chandra Grim, a witch of the Circle of Elysium Coven. What I'm working on now is frowned upon by the coven. I tend to do things on the side that my sisters would not approve of. I have my reason for doing what I do. I have my reasons and my experiments. The knock on my door startles me, almost causing me to drop the eye dropper. “Fuck! WHO IS IT?!” The door creaks open, and a small, sweaty face pokes in.

I followed the script and calmly admitted to mistakes that were not mine. A journalist suddenly asked, “Mr. Sheldon, we heard you were diagnosed with leukemia some time ago. You might not live for more than a month. Would you approve of Ms. Walter and Mr. Surrey being together after your death?” My sickly expression appeared on the screen. I was not surprised by the question. As Jaime’s husband, I often had paparazzi around me. I did not deny anything. I simply smiled. “Yes, I will give them my blessing.” I did not know which part angered her, but Jaime’s calm expression vanished. She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast.