Claudia Maupin Novels & Stories

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

She waved her hand in a gesture to chase us out of the house, making us laugh. "This will be fun". Rhea squealed. "First time I'm having a girls day". She announced, skipping happily. I laughed at her reaction. We left the house for her car. She hit the road as soon as we got in. We sang along to Sweet but psycho by Ava Max, playing from the car stereo. "Where are we going?". I asked through the blasting music. "You know the salon owned by Damon right?". She asked, eyes focused on the road.

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.

He'd never had a woman occupy his every thought, but he liked thinking about her, it made him smile. Cheif Onapuruagu was coming to speak with Mrs Claudia. He wanted to know if she had shown up for coffee. God knew he should have been sleeping, but he needed to talk to someone. He froze at the sound of Claudia's voice. "I should be in LA tomorrow morning," Mrs Claudia seemed so decided and certain. "I have accomplished what I came to do in Dirty South, it's time to go back to LA." Within a minute, Chief Onapuruagu was inside the bedroom, glaring suspiciously at his mum. What could this mean? He thought to himself, could his mother really kill her blood?

Alessio Mariano is a gay man. Klaudia Kastner, KK as known by her peers keeps her government name. She was a fierce looking woman with constant dreamy eyes and pitch black hair. She works the pole as if she was born for it and gained the stage name ‘Katlyn’, she was highly sought after and given her open sexuality, she lured both men and women that clubbed hard into her bed. Klaudia Kastner was a woman who got information from anybody and was brutal in killing anyone that needs to be killed and nothing traces back to her.

Claudia’s instructions were precise: infiltrate social interactions and subtly induce misgivings and suspicions between household members. At a local community center, where the family attended a scheduled volunteer event, Claudia’s influence began to manifest. She whispered half-truths and ambiguous comments designed to provoke doubt about decision-making and loyalty. Abby, Aubrey, Sandra, and Lou moved strategically, intercepting manipulations before they could impact perception or behavior.

Maxwell’s POV I was buried in quarterly reports and legal updates, the fallout from the Serenity case still bleeding into every corner of my work, when Clara appeared at the door. She looked hesitant, which was never a good sign. “Sir,” she said, her voice low, “there’s someone here asking to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment, but she says it’s urgent.” I didn’t look up from my desk. “Who is it?” “She says her name is Maude Faye.”

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.

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—"