Claude Neverson Jr. Romane & Geschichten

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Everyone was too busy enjoying their time, watching the game, and drinking the night away. "Dream on, Craig. Russell is so much better than you. He will always be better than you, and when my parents finally meet him, they will see it too." I scrunched my nose in anger. Who the hell does he think he is? He was seriously starting to piss me off.

Josh looked at Zayn and the others with grim faces and warned, "Today Mr. Henderson is here to witness our negotiations. If you don't keep your promise, we will sue you in court!" After that, Josh sat down and demanded, "All right. Introduce yourselves!" Zayn had a cold expression, and he said in an indifferent voice, "I am Zayn Claude, the director of Claude Hospital. For anything, the patient's family can talk to me. These two ladies are not involved!" After Zayn's words, Jaden Henderson argued, "What? They're not involved? Director Claude, if I'm not mistaken, I thought you were smart and had brought two beautiful ladies to entertain us. However, it seems I was wrong. What the hell are yo

“And I’ve never seen a family member so malicious as to destroy their own niece’s future.” Jonathan’s face darkened. Claude wasn’t done yet. "Oh, so we’re family now, are we? Then tell me, is this how the younger generation speaks to their elders?" Though they were of similar age, Claude's imposing stature and commanding presence overshadowed Jonathan completely, making him look small in comparison. Jonathan’s face flushed red with humiliation, nearly tipping over the edge of rage. But as he caught the aura radiating from Claude, backed by a one-hundred-million-dollar investment, he knew this man was no ordinary opponent.

Do your men know about your craziness? "I've never been anything but crazy. My men take it easy, my father in law will discover it soon, after he brings me the little girl" "Wh... You Matherf*cker!" Claude finally understood the trap he was being toyed with! While he's here, Don Ilnero is getting the hide down! Jack laughed hard, while Claude rushed in the opposite direction: "We will soon meet Claude! By the body of the woman that reunites us!" "Damn you! You crazy b*stard!!!"

She said. “You did right, little mama.” I said. I pulled the IV out and started to get up. I feel shaky but I need to get back to the ballroom. “Who is Nero?” I asked. “He is the cloaked man. He is also a former high elder and his son was Alpha Sherman, Jaxon.” Matt said. I stopped. “Wait, he is the one causing all these fucking problems?” “The very one. He said he has scores to settle but fought Jasper first.” Matt replied.

Snow covered everything in that too-perfect way—like someone had spray-painted it white and told the world to behave for one day. Andrei’s hand sat steady against my lower back as we walked in. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to. People were scattered, not many. Family. Friends. The ones who made it out alive. I didn’t know most of them. Didn’t need to. They looked at me like I was an accessory—black suit, crooked smile, probably trouble. Fine. They weren’t wrong. Claude was up front, looking like a goddamn fairytale. Black suit, blond hair slicked back, and a baby on his hip who looked like he’d just finished screaming. The kid caught my eye, blinked once, then drooled all over Claude’s

' I looked up to see him glaring at me as if annoyed actually that's an understatement he looked pissed what did I do to him? I then followed him to his room... When got there I looked around the color of the room was neutral he had a bookshelf full of books at least one thing about him hasn't changed a bit he still loves reading books and his guitar was on his bed.... I really missed hearing him play that guitar and how we used to write songs together in fact I still have all the songs that we've written tog ether and I will forever cherish them. 'That is where you can do whatever the fuck the assignment says you need to do.'he says pointing towards a table and a chair at the end of the roo