Chandra Schwartz Novels & Stories

Chad discovered Matilda's name on the list, but the description of Matilda surprised him. [Matilda Sachs is the daughter of Joanne Holt, a famous astrophysicist, and Atlas Sachs, a famous Hacniane cultural scholar. Exceptionally talented individual. If won over, will become a backbone force; if not, must be eliminated to avoid future trouble. Evaluation: Provisionally relatively dangerous. Danger level: orange-yellow.] Chad was taken aback and had no idea how the people on the list were evaluated.

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Xavier: Hunter stood by the couch, waiting for me to finish reading the paper that I wasn’t even bothering with. My wolf had been pacing since dawn. And the idea of her being out of the house was not helping. “She’s on her way back,” Hunter said finally. “She met with Maxine at the café. No guards saw her try anything. They just spoke. It seemed like a normal conversation though. Maxine is helping her with this divorce. Are you sure that you want her to keep meeting up?”

Mr Schwartz said to Amelia before turning his gaze towards me. "First of all, thank you all for being present, especially you, Mrs Jones; it's true that I didn't ask for you to be present, but still I'm glad that you are here," Mr Schwartz said to Melissa, who had an angry look written all over her face because of how Mr Schwartz had ignored her some minutes ago. "Given how busy you are all with your different activities, I'm going to make sure that this ends as fast as possible so that everyone can go back to his or her different activities," Mr Schwartz said to all of us as he brought out an envelope from his bag that probably contained the letter he wanted to give both Amelia and I.

Ezra: “Let me GO!” Annalise yelled and I raised an eyebrow. I leaned against the table, looking at the woman whose eyes were wide as if in pain. The woman has been screaming since she opened her eyes two hours ago, and her voice simply grew louder by the minute to the point that I was surprised that she wasn’t tired already.

The chills touch her bare shoulders, and at that moment, her dress falls down to the floor, creating a tiny soft sound. She bowed her head as she opened her eyes. She saw her breast. Her firm nipples aroused as if they were startled by the presence of Drake in front of her. The cold wind passes through the window, clouding the inside, and enveloping her with a chilly, eerie vibe. At this moment, she felt ashamed and scared in front of the Alpha. Who knows what is he thinking at this moment? What if he decided to punish her, beat her until…? ‘Stop, overthinking, and face the Alpha,’ Leia talked.

"Scarlett." ******

"One day, she made a poison and a detoxifier. What's interesting with her is that she's always making herself her own subject; she drank the poison and tried to treat herself using the detoxifier she made, but unfortunately it wasn't effective." He kept on talking, and I found his story quite interesting anyway. He's known as the type of guy who is cold and only speaks one to three words at a time in the city, but when it comes to me, he's really talkative. "For three consecutive days, she tried to make different pills that might be able to detoxify the poison inside her body, but she was still unsuccessful." "She really has strong nerves!" I comment. "Indeed! But on the fourth day, she fell

“Good morning, Louisa. What is my schedule today?” Louisa looked down at her tablet as we walked together to my office. “Let’s see, for starters, you have a progress meeting with the investors in an hour, then you have lunch with the CEO of Knightingale Suits, and-” I groaned and rolled my head at the mention of Knightingale. Dominic Knight, the “Master of Suits,” as the magazines call him. He’s got an ego the size of New Jersey and the money to give him the right.