Claudia Maupin Novels & Stories

He sat back like he owned the place already, crossing one leg over the other with calm arrogance. Moments later, Ma Claudia appeared from the hallway with a maid at her side. Her hands were folded in front of her apron, her posture respectful but observant. “Sir Arnold,” Ma Claudia said kindly, “do you need anything while you wait?” Arnold turned his head slightly, offering her a half-smile. “Get me juice and biscuits,” he said, waving a lazy hand. “Right away,” Ma Claudia replied, nodding. She turned, and the maid followed her back toward the kitchen.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Everything had happened so fast, I was shocked when she contacted me and asked for us to meet in person, I always thought Clair was a man, turns out he's a she and she's been in my life since I could remember. It was a pity no one really knows who she is, I had the chance to meet her personally a while back, everything just takes time, she was a generous yet painful woman, she can take you whole life and leave you with nothing, in the end you'll still be wondering how she did it. "So, Camila Brinx is dead, what's next?" I ask Clair, she chuckles softly, turning her feline eyes up at me. I keep forgetting she's a real person, the way she just turns her eyes up at you and smiles, it was like s

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

Cadio : omg, she's calling me Clint chuckled but I didn't look at him Clint: I told you she will. You're to good to let go Wow He finally spoke He has a deep voice So scary I couldn't wait for lunch to be over so I could stay away from him Cindy : I'm I the only one who has noticed that Audrey isn't herself again. I mean, she never stays quiet during meals and she's not fighting with me over the cheese I looked up Blue : maybe she's trying to impress our new friends

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

“You are not behaving like a princess here, are you? You should be grateful that Claudia and Declan are taken care of you. They have washed the dirt out of your body. You are lucky to be here at all.” I said nothing. I just sat down and kept my face calm, even though her words sliced me up like a blade. Then Claudia spoke sharply in a accusing manner. “She is not producing an heir, Mae. She has been married for three years and there is still no child.” Aunt Mae narrowed her eyes and then turned to look at me and said coldly, “she better not be barren like a dried wood. She should be producing children. That is her only purpose.” I felt my face grow hot, but I did not speak. I could not speak

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.

My nails were ruined and embedded with dried and skin from the scratches I gave the goons. My long black hair was matted and tangled. Some of it stuck to my head with dried blood from my scalp. My clothes were dirty and with the nasty bruises peppering my face and arms, I was a site to behold. Madam Claire walked up to me and bent in a squat beside me. She had Merra pour her a cup of water and she offered it to me. "Here, drink" I pushed her hand away and she splashed the cup of water on my face.