Claudia Maupin Novels & Stories

“What exactly are you trying to do, Claudia?” I confronted her in a lowered voice. Her smile widened happily. “What am I trying to do? Of course… I’m trying to win you back.” She leaned in close to me, her breath warm against my ear. “Jayden, you were willing to change for me before. “Now, I can change myself for you.” … Her words left everyone in the room speechless. Who was Claudia Yates? She was the legendary “Ice Queen”!

The next would crash harder. Evelyn lifted the tea, steadying her hands. “Tomorrow we speak. Tomorrow we answer.” And in a dim room across the continent, Claudia Moreau raised her own glass to the journalist she had bought with charm and shadow. She believed she had struck the first blow. She did not know that her opponents were already preparing fire to answer her storm.

the Grand Duke said, I went back to my kingdom, then went to father’s office. “Your highness,” someone said from behind me. She has blonde hair and golden brown eyes. I guess that she is that impostor. “Who might you be?” I asked her. “I am Clementine Rose Westernia, the princess of the Westernian Empire,” she said as she curtsied. “Greetings to the star of the Westernian Empire, I am Crowned Prince Lucas Aidan,” I greeted her even though I know that she’s an impostor. “Where are you headed to?” she asked me.

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

She would not let the b*tch ruin her mood! She forced a smile "She is not really a people person and she usually likes to just sit on her 'wheel chair' quietly" Madam Clara emphasized on the wheel chair part or her words. The general’s eyes narrowed as he noticed how she quickly dismissed the topic. The disdain in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed by any of the men on the table but they didn’t say a word about it, it seemed like there was more to the rumors that were going around in the society circles. They all feigned loss of interest and changed the topic.

She never imagined that she could be that wild to the point of forgetting where she was. ‘Ooh my God, I don’t know how uncle Eliphas is going to look at me from today onwards. My perfect image has crumbled right before his eyes and I have nowhere to hide.’ Maya thought. Her mind was screaming in frustration while Calista almost her head off in her mind.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

Monica smiled. Francisca grabbed my script from me and showed it to her face. "Look, she scored a hundred percent! " She announced. "A hundred percent!! " She repeated. "Huh?!" She was shocked. "Yeah... I got a hundred percent" I added. She scoffed and snatched the script from Francisca to confirm what name is written on it. Monica smirked as she carelessly dropped my script on the table, turned around and walked away. "Did you see the look on her face? She was shocked and ashamed of herself" Francisca chuckled.

"I assume you don't recall my na-" "Claude Kaize, Beta of Pack Regime." "You do." He eyes me knowingly, that stern and confident look of his shows as though he knows everything. "This lady knows the most, Kaize." I flashed him a warning glance in an attempt to keep him away from me. "Fetch me some water and dare poison it, why don't you?" Claude's eyes narrow through his glasses before he bows down and walks out of my chambers. "He's sharp, I'll give him that." I tell myself in a low whisper. But none of that seemed to ease me enough, for I know better that he won't last, and I don't want to build any attachment issues with anyone anymore in this place.

Then, she started to move her hands down, locating his genitals. "Should we make love?" Luca said, looking aroused. "Yes, sir. But I'm doing something important right now. When I'm done, I'm going to meet you," the maid replied. "Alright then. Don't forget to come," Luca replied with a smile. Clara, the maid, is a mother of two. Her husband has divorced her, and she's living in Luca's house. She's the most beautiful among Luca's maids, and Luca loves her the most.