Claude Faustus Novels & Stories

It feels like my exhaustion and languidness when I heard that something hot off the fire was newly found. *A conversation from the audio recording “Please, Claude. You are the most effective personnel I have, the foremost dominant one to be exact. I need you to fill in this task.” *Paused “Why’d you do that?” Kyle’s suspense dropped. “Who is Claude in the first place? You’ve never mentioned any of that name.” “I was also primarily engrossed in it. Who is Claude?” “It is Arnold’s fake name for his job at ‘The Enriquez’. May we continue listening to it?”

That way, we can find them faster, right? ‘You got a point.’ The man said and realized that he has not told his name yet. ‘My name is Günter Haas.’ Hadrian was pleased at the gesture. Günter was finally beginning to warm up to him. ‘Let us plan out our route then, Günter.’ Hadrian said and stood up. ‘First, we should start where you last left your family. Where do you live?’

Seeing Adrian, Claude called out excitedly, "Over here, Adrian! This is Dr. Andre Sartre from Debonaire City. He’s a highly respected physician." Andre looked up, smiling. "Adrian, I presume?" "Yes, Adrian Xander at your service. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Andre," Adrian greeted. Andre closed the book and asked, "Would you be interested to sit down and have a chat with me?" "Sure," Adrian answered confidently. Lionel, feeling self-important, left the courtyard, not wanting to participate in their conversation. Claude, Andre, and Adrian sat down, and Andre went straight to the point. "I've heard many rumors that you’re a ruthless and evil person who kills for pleasure. Is that true?" he

Claude orders without hesitation. He waits until they are outside, “You have my full attention. And before you start fabricating lies or half truths, know that Falcon and I are allergic to lies and can see when people are trying to lie to me. I nod, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, “I don’t know this man. But he is familiar somehow.” “How can that be? Have you seen him around Campus or the packs before? maybe with your subconscious?” Alpha Claude interrupts me.

The audacity. Across the room, Claude's lips twitched. Then, I saw it. He was trying very hard not to laugh. Unfortunately for him, Rachelle saw it too. Slowly, she turned her head toward her mate. The look she gave him could have frozen an entire army. Claude immediately cleared his throat, and the twitching disappeared completely. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said with all the dignity of a king trying to save himself. "Claudian Alexander IV."

Their faces were identical, sculpted so perfectly it felt as though the goddess had taken her time crafting a masterpiece. The only notable difference between them was their hair. Lucien had long black hair, Silas’s was brown, and Claude’s was a soft blond so I knew it was Claude on the bed, his lips curving into an amused smirk the moment he saw me. His head rested lazily on his hand, and as he spoke, he looked like something straight out of one of those fairytales Mother used to read to me, the kind of prince who would sweep you off your feet.

"are you a lover of the Taurus collection?" "I must sat I'm a bit short on my collections which only boasts of your Taurus AT4500," "Then i guess it needs to be updated. You are?" Mr knight smiled. "Marcellus Claflin." He replied before stretching his hands for an handshake which Knight took eagerly. "Valentino had said honorable things about you. The woman?" "My woman." Knight nodded safely. In the next fiveteen minutes they'd engaged in an heated conversation, both laughing away while Lyra took her fifth glass of cocktail.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

He immediately glanced over his shoulder and found a handsome man in a black robe standing silently behind him. Fausto did not pick up on the manʼs presence at all until just now. The manʼs piercing gaze seemed to bore into him. His murderous aura was so overwhelming that it made Fausto flinch and stumble a few steps backward. “You… Who are you? How did you get here undetected?” “You should finish what you were saying.” The handsome man began flatly, “I, the unsophisticated living being, will hear you out.” Fausto backed away even further and pointed at the man. “You… Youʼre James Caden! How did you get through the Dalentre Formation undetected?”

"You are...rr..a promising individual..heheheh..maYbE. IF yOu StOp BeInG SuCH A ScArEd liTtLe..shIT, aLl In tImE. That shit Cern got a pretty strong pupil as well but I think if you use my blessings well you will become incredibly strrrrrrongg. bUt! OnLy iF you USe thEm.....ONLY!" Claude was so confused, he decided to ask the question that seemed easiest to answer. "Who the hell is Cern?" "Huh?...hE's like Me, a God...he's a diCK thOuGh.....mm." Claude almost passed out from shock. Or maybe from hearing a giant monster call someone a "dick." "Y-you're a...uhm..a God?" Claude could almost feel the beasts burning gaze reach new blazing temperatures after it heard his idiotic rhetorical questio