Claudia Maupin Novels & Stories

Claire said, looking at the smiling Maia holding her Mother like a lover would. “Yes, it’s tragic. Heaven wants to cause panic and hysteria among the mortals so they will be driven to worship them; it’s quite an ingenious plot.” Maia said, then relaxed on the couch and let Julie go. “Claire, when did you get here?” Blake’s voice was heard as he entered the room. Claire rose from her seat and went to Blake. Looked him up and down and frowned. “You’re his clone, are you not?” Claire asked.

Avana greeted taking her back upstairs. “What's for dinner Avana?" She asked as she stopped in her tracks. “Ma'am, you said you'd get some Chinese on your way home." She reminded. “Ups, lo olvidé ( Oops i forgot)," Zendaya said. “Let me order, take Maía up for her bath." She said as she set her baby down. Maía walked to Avana as they climbed up the stairs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey love, when is the court hearing between you and your wife?" Carlotta asked.

Isabel’s POV The applause is polite, the kind that fills the void but lacks sincerity. Cynthia stands on the stage, the perfect picture of poise. Her smile is calculated, her words carefully chosen as she speaks about the partnership. “This foundation,” she begins, her voice smooth like honey yet edged with steel, “is about creating opportunities for those in need, and I can’t do it without our incredible partners. And, of course, a special volunteer who so graciously dedicates her time to this cause—Claire Montgomery.”

Draco shifted, noticeably pissed. “You should have done it sooner, because Marla—your still wife—came back from her so-called ‘spiritual retreat,’” Claire said, miming air quotes with both hands. “Now she’s busy selling the image of a saint. She’s been photographed at charity galas for abused women and single mothers, and she’s even started a foundation to help divorced women get back on their feet. And whenever reporters ask about her husband, she sheds crocodile tears and insists she can’t talk.”

Controlling, manipulative, capable of enormous cruelty in the skilled, surgical way that people are cruel when they understand exactly which pressure point produces which result. But he was not the worst thing in this building. Claudia was the worst thing in this building. Claudia, who had built an empire on other people's suffering and called it art. Claudia, who had sat in Khalid's chair and put on his mask, announced herself as the new Controller without a second of hesitation. Claudia, who had slapped me across the face in that office and said, ‘You destroyed everything, and now you will pay,’ and had meant every word without an ounce of self-awareness about what she herself had destroye

My skin burns where she struck me. Ma’am Vanessa stands there, hand still raised, her face twisted in disbelief and disgust. “I can’t believe you’re trying to blame Aurelia now for your clumsiness! How could you be so shameless! You’re not satisfied with trying to cause harm to a pregnant lady,” she points at Claudia, who lowers her gaze, feigning hurt—“now you’re trying to blame Aurelia too? That’s the problem with your kind,” she scoffs. “You’re too used to being pitied. The moment someone gives you a taste of comfort, you forget your place.”

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

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The eyes were still bright and burning with desire. Then the light in the bathroom ceased to stutter, and the image was gone, her parents, the ghastly sailors and the cursed ship. Claire heard the scream continue for a few more seconds before she realised the sound was coming from her. *** Maud took a sip from a huge mug that had the image of Homer Simpson playing guitar on it. On a small occasional table there was a plate piled with Beatrice’s home baked chocolate chip cookies, a particular favourite of Maud’s. She helped herself to another cookie. “Ye’re spoilin’ ol’ Maud this evenin’, young’un.”