Claudia Maupin Novels & Stories

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.”

I didn’t answer. When we reached the door to Claudia’s chambers, the servant knocked once before stepping aside. The heavy doors creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room with flickering candlelight. Madam Claudia stood by the fireplace, a glass of wine in her hand. Her usual air of untouchable authority was still there, but I saw something else in her eyes. Something close to… unease. “You came quickly," she remarked, swirling the wine in her glass. “We didn’t think keeping you waiting was a good idea," Andrea said smoothly. Claudia smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "Smart me.”I crossed my arms. "What do you want?” She took a slow sip before setting the glass down. "I assume you’ve heard

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

In the hallway, I ran into Lisha, who was reapplying her lipstick. "So, which one are you targeting?" she asked. "I’m going for Mason Clark. He’s got that 'playboy' energy that’s easy to manipulate. Cole Ryder is a god, but he’s made of ice—I tried to get close and he almost took my head off with a look. And Noah? Too stiff. Mason is my mark." I didn't even respond. I just wanted to leave. I turned toward the emergency exit to get some air, and in my frustration, I gave the heavy security door a sharp kick.

says Falvio and finds a CD which has a title 'Little Raff' Cousteau

Claudia interrupted, voice dropping to a low, dangerous calm, “she has nothing to do with it. Next question.” There was a tense silence before another voice cut through. “Do you plan to expose any other public figures, Miss Claudia? Or is this the end of your revelations?” This time, Claudia smiled at the camera directly. A smile that wasn’t kind. It was almost predatory. “No,” she said. “I have no other names to reveal for now. But if I ever do, trust me... you’ll all know.” Her gaze lingered on the lens as if she were sending a private message to someone watching. Maybe she was.

, the Maud said. " I am abigail and I worked at your place for few years. I... I did something to wrong you" "You wronged me? In what way?", Selena asked. " Resent me all you like and don't ever forgive someone like me", the maid was crying. "What exactly did you do?", Selena asked her. " I... I pushed your dad off the stairs.I was also the one who gave him pills that ruin his health", She said. "What?", Selena felt like her ears are hearing things.