Claudia Maupin Novels & Stories

Miranda gave her friend a dubious glance. "So, for a week, one of the girls at the club got to be his sex machine, and she told me everything. Women are believed to be his weakness, she added. He can't go a day without fucking a woman's clit. He's a complete womanizer with impeccable taste." She elaborated. Claudia works as a dancer at one of the neighborhood's small clubs. She solely dances for money in order to provide for Aaron's needs. Miranda grinned as an idea crept its way into her head.

He lingered there for a long time before moving to the other. Magdalena groaned softly under his touch, her entire being aching for the moment his heat would slide inside her. Suddenly, something pressed against her clitoris, something smooth, metallic, and unnaturally cold. A few deliberate strokes were all it took for an intense orgasm to break over her.

“Who are you?”Miss Cynthia questions the weird looking lady who was standing in front of them with her huge glasses and her crusty bag.Claudia walked towards her and scanned her from head to toe before laughing. “Sorry there is no job here for things like you okay”She made remarks at her poor choice of clothing making the lady a bit embarrassed,Miss Cynthia wanted to talk but got cut off by Claudia as she gestured the lady towards the exit.The lady held her bag and ran out of the company feeling embarrassed by what just happened.

And I would be his Luna… “Stop staring at him like you can’t wait to get him inside a room and—” “Claudia!” I squealed, spinning around to stare at her. I could feel heat rush up my cheeks. “Stop saying embarrassing things!” Claudia merely shrugged. “Well, I’m just saying the truth. Look at him! He’s tall, handsome, with a face that could rival the moon goddess herself! If he were my mate, I’d stare at him all day instead of staring at the moon.”

Her fingers danced across the piano keys as a melody filled the whole area. Suddenly her assistant entered the room. “Ma’am, the audit leak is confirmed. Isla’s team is moving fast.” Claire didn’t stop playing. She sat silently as if she was unaffected and then she spoke, “Let her do what she wants.” “But Ma’am-” “She’ll move too fast. And when she does, she’ll slip off. They always do. She thinks it's easy to win from me? Let her stay delusional ” *** That same Night - Lucian’s Apartment

Timothy retorted, displeased. Maya piped up, "Timothy, Mr. Lane and Mia seem to be close. He actually personally supervised the decorations for the hall." Timothy became all grumpy at that instant. Claude was a playboy in Nord City; his girlfriend never stayed the same every three months. Looking at her, he responded, "Yeah. I think Mia is gifted in design and playing piano, at least much better than you." It was such a humiliation to her. "Claude, what are you joking—"

Stephanie smiled and said in a low voice, “She’s putting on makeup. She seems to be looking forward to attending university. She’s been talking to me about it all morning.” As soon as Stephanie was done speaking, Claudia, who was of mixed race, pushed the door open and came out. Claudia was dressed very young and beautifully today. She was wearing a pure white T-shirt paired with a light gray plain midi skirt, and her hair was tied into two fluffy golden braids on both sides of her head. She looked very bright and lively, and she seemed like a completely different person from the expressionless and miserable girl she had been before. When she saw Charlie at the door, she said with a little e

Especially when Adrian’s justification for his actions and accusations lack proof. Just because I gave him access to Lila doesn't mean I'll let him control who enters my life. I'll have to set some boundaries with him. Claudia parades into the courtroom, her perfume filling the air, and as usual, she dresses in a way that one would think she was meeting a high official and not stirring trouble in a courtroom. Hiding all her bitter self beneath all the fancy clothing and jewelry. But she can't fool me. Even layers of her expensive makeup can't hide who she truly is. A manipulative mother who hates when things don't go her way.

“I want people to know that I am going to be the next chairman of the group. So you better start working on it. Or i will get someone who can.” “Yes, sir,” Clara said quickly, nodding. “But—” she protested. Allen’s lips curved slightly. “Good. Start immediately.” They walked together toward his office, but before they could enter, a maid came rushing down the hall, her steps hurried and her breath short. “Sir!” she called. “There’s someone at the art gallery asking to see you. They said it’s important.” Allen frowned. “Who?” “I–I’m not sure, sir. They didn’t say. But they’re waiting by the main exhibition room.”

“You bitch.” Mia yanked my head back farther, breath warm against my ear. “I was going to be nice,” she murmured. “But now?” She dragged a scalpel down my arm—not deep, just enough to sting. I clenched my fists, breathing hard. Claudia straightened, brushing imaginary dust from her sleeve like she hadn’t just almost face-planted. She smiled at Mia. “I hope you drag this out.” Her eyes flicked to me. “I want her begging before the end.”