Claude Neverson Jr. Novels & Stories

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

The family sat according to their seniority, with joyful expressions on their faces. "Norton, how is the American company now?" Claude had resolved some of the misunderstanding he had with Norton over the years after the kidnapping incident. He wasn't as guarded as he used to be when it came to Norton now. He knew Jenna had sent Norton to the United States to start a new company and he supported the idea. He was rather pleased at his achievement thus far as Norton was his only son. "Don't worry, Dad. The company is doing great and has huge potential there. Jenna had planned everything well in the States. Success will come naturally," he replied joyfully. Norton had heard about how Trevor and

Jerson asked for clarification. Noah nodded. “That’s right,” he said. Jerson’s lip curved into a smile. So that’s why the quiet young master of the Niles was acting like a villain. It was unusual for the young Nile to act like he did yesterday. He knew that the Niles family were damn manipulators like how they manipulated his grandfather, but they just don’t do it without reason. Jerson heard Noah sigh. “That’s not only my concern here. Joren Nile seems cynical,” Noah asserted.

he added. After he said this, he noticed a sudden ruckus starting. Another reporter came forward and said, "Good day, sir. I'm Javon William from Frontline Gazette. As at the moment of this official announcement, we'd like to know the whereabout of your son, Ryan Claude." "Well, Ryan is currently out of town for family business." Mr Claude replied and proceeded to conclude the interview, "That would be all, have a great day ahead." He turned and went back in the building.

She asked, and I noticed that she's staring at Red amusingly. I just knew that she's intrigued that I brought someone with me, and now, she got the idea that she's the girl I said that I really liked since elementary. "Oh, that... The sleepover's canceled. Um... Nana, I want you to meet Re... I mean Claire Lawrence. And Red, meet my Nana. She's been my nanny since I was born." I uttered, and Red gave me a bizarre look. Then she stood up and shook hands with Nana saying that she was glad to meet her.

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘. “Where do you think you're taking him?” the hoarse voice grunted —familiar and terrifying. “Bursted!” Junior whispered, blinking up to Nevena , whose grip only tightened around his wheelchair handle—teeth chattering. “Back up plan?” Nevena blinked hard, her ribs screaming, she didn't have any.

Claude nodded. “Has the police come to you for a report?” Jai asked. Claude shook his head. “No. I mostly sleep in through the day. The antidote Doctor Nekoba gives me and the healing from the nurses make me sleepy, I don’t usually up for long.” “But you just said Doctor Nekoba can be here for hours. How do you know that if you’re not awake and listen to her rants?” Darrion looked confused. “Doctor Inoha told me. He’s always there whenever I’m awake to check me up, and he would always tell me how long Doctor Nekoba was there before I woke up.” Claude said. “Sometimes it’s the nurses.”

Jet nodded and heaved out a sigh. They started to walk around to get a closer view of their workspace. Raze noticed that three out seven are only occupied but he didn't ask whom are they. For sure, Hail will mention it later on. "Claude writes letters from the ministry to the Queen and King's palace and to the residents. He also writes announcements and an editor at the newspaper." Jet wasn't surprised to see a very neat and organized cubicle. For Jet, Claude already exude an artistic and perfectionist vibe from the very start. He is gentle and careful in his every action, maybe to avoid mistakes. His mini drawer is full of several brushes and pens while the lower part makes up of inks and s

"You are acting sus, be natural," Kira whispered. Rachel flashed Kira a bright smile as they neared the giant facility. "Hey, Tate!" "Mrs Jensen." Tate acknowledges with a nod before gazing at Kira. "Hi, Tate." Kira grinned, "I'm the new intern, and she is my supervisor. She is showing me around." Tate grasped the ID in his hand, accessed it, and nodded. "Of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He stepped back from the door and let them in.

... The air froze, smug grins turning to stone. Zach's victorious smirk curdled. "What? Who're you talking to?" The assistant, pale and flustered, dove to salvage the strewn papers. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stuart. I didn't know you were dining here. I'll tidy this immediately. Sorry for the disruption." "Mr. Stuart?" Cindy echoed dumbly, her eyes bulging. "Who?" Zach pressed. The assistant, mid-scoop, glanced quizzically between Zach and me. "Mr. Aaron Stuart, Lumina's director and chief designer. That's him, seated right there."