Claudia Maupin Novels & Stories

Why would he be calling me? I answered the call and put it on speakerphone. "Yes, Eduardo, what is the matter?" "Alpha?" a woman's voice asked. Her voice was shaky and as she paused, I heard the heaviness of her breath. "It's Claudia Siciliano, his mate," she continued. "I'm calling because Andrea Martinez just came to our house. He's gone now but Eduardo is in a bad way." I exchanged looks with Ollie and let out a low growl.

The two women were friendly, but they hadn't made it to the 'let's share our sex lives over several bottles of wine' stage yet. "Fuck," Claudia grumbled, hands going to hips. "I blame Catan. That damn game gets more stuff busted in this place than a breakup fight." Anya snickered as her friend bore down on the culprits. Claudia Cantore looked like a Greek Aphrodite statue with her tall, goddess-like frame and long blond hair. But when she was pissed off, no one was safe. Claudia could make a sailor's ears bleed with her explosive temper.

Sonya asked Clayton as he approached her and Miss Claudia. Clayton smirked. He looked at Miss Claudia who tried to avoid making eye contact with him. “I just saw your jeep, so, I decided to come by!” Miss Claudia smiles awkwardly at Clayton. “Anything I could help?” Clayton didn’t answer her question. He was pulling up his sleeves. “I need any herbal ointments for these!” Clayton showed Miss Claudia his bruises. Miss Claudia touched his arms and looked at Clayton. “Another history huh?” She asked him and seemed not to look for Clayton’s answer since she left both of them in another room.

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.

CLAIRE The stage lights were warm and blinding, casting long shadows across the auditorium. My name echoed through the speakers as the host introduced me-"Claire Anderson, survivor, daughter, advocate." A soft applause followed, polite and curious. I stood from my seat, smoothed the front of my black dress with trembling hands, and made my way to the podium.

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—"

The air felt tight, pulled too thin. Claudia was already at her station. Her laptop was open, and there were multiple windows pulled up on the screen, each one showing the same headline in slightly different language. She did not look up when we walked in. She just pointed to the monitor and said, quietly, “You need to see this.” I stepped closer, and my eyes landed on the video.

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

Claudia muttered darkly as her eyes narrowed dangerously at me. She turned on her heels and quickly made her way out of the garden before I could say anything else. The three of us watch her leave. Claudia truly stood out from the other maids. For one, she was very beautiful. Her long honey brown hair was curled into neat locks, and she had brightly colored make up on, especially her cherry red lipstick. Although she was supposed to be a maid just like the rest of us, something about her made her feel like an important person. “I have to go first. I’m so sorry about this,” I quickly apologized.

We trust you understand the gravity of this situation and the urgency required in your response. We look forward to hearing from you soon. Warm regards, Sophie Laurent Public Relations Manager Claudia Beauty I wasn't sure I was seeing well or my migraine got worse, but Claudia beauty is one of the biggest brands I have ever worked with and I am about to get dropped by them for a footage that got leaked 3 months ago! No wonder my recent campaigns had not been posted on their pages, I wasn't getting feedbacks for the promotional videos I sent to them. This is SO bad.