Novel & Cerita Claudia Phantomhive

Some wolves bowed their heads while others narrowed their eyes, their whispers sharp as blades. “The cursed Luna.” “ The human-blooded hybrid.” “The weakness that will undo us.” Raven ignored them, though the words cut deep. Axel’s hand brushed hers briefly as a reminder that she wasn’t walking alone. Inside the war room, the elders circled the stone table, their faces drawn with tension. Maps lay spread before them, ink smeared with urgency. Axel’s Beta spoke first. “Another clan fell last night, the hunters are moving faster. And the Serpent Cult…” He stopped, eyes darting to Raven. “They spread poison through whispers. That you…”

Claudia asked Mira, who nodded in reply after some minutes of hesitation. "That's my girl; now go on, I will inform my friends to join the live and support you," Claudia said to Mira, who smiled at her before standing up and walking out of the office. Once she left, Claudia took her phone and placed a call to someone who picked up after some minutes of ringing. "Hello, who is this?" The person's voice sounded through the phone. "Hello, this is Claudia Richard, the CEO of Elite Models. I'm speaking with Jane Oliver, right?" Claudia asked her.

she looks me over once, slowly, and doesn't bother hiding her disdain. "I'm Claudia," she says. " Damien's chief of operations. if you're going to be paraded as his fiancee, you'll need more than a pretty face." I arch a brow. "I didn't realize I'd be auditioning" "you're not," she says. "you've already been cast. I'm just here to make sure you don't get us. all killed." Charming. Claudia leads me through the house - no, mansion. The place is a fortress of steel and glass and power. Guards in black patrol the halls.

Claude sighed, “His name is Vladimir, by the way. I don’t know what he wants with me.” “Really though? You don’t know anything at all?” “Well a witch once told me that I’m gifted…” “You think you have powers of some kind?” “I’m not a witch.” Claude said defensively. “I know you’re a werewolf Claude but you could be a hybrid or well, just special.” Claude shrugged not knowing how to feel about that, “Well I can read minds occasionally.” She whispered. “No way! Have you ever read my mind?” Claude stared at her, “No, Nuella. I haven’t.” She said. “Why are you acting so chill about this? That’s not normal.”

I snapped a photo of the grim-faced doctors and the muddy interior of the bus and hit send: [I’ve got a whole bus full of candidates. [Where are you?] he shot back. [Heading into the Clamville disaster zone. Don't know when I'll be back. If the silence gets too loud for you, go find someone else. But don't expect me to be your safety net when you're done.] My phone rang within seconds. I hesitated, then pressed it to my ear. "Are you out of your mind?" Cole’s voice wasn't just cold; it was vibrating with a primal fury I hadn't heard before. "The rain in Clamville is peaking. There are reports of secondary floods and massive mudslides. You're heading into a slaughterhouse."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Cassandra asked. "Oh I understand your confusion, there are smaller companies all under Clade industries. We do the hiring at Clade, and fix the employees into the smaller companies. The woman explained. Cassandra nodded in understanding and smiled to the woman who stood to leave. She sighed heavily as she looked back at her food, fate's door creaked open. Emma settled into her office, phone in hand, and dialed Claus's extension. "Emma here. Need to brief you on a potential candidate," Emma said.

She reached into her purse, pulling out a single sheet of paper. She slid it across the table. Claire picked it up, her heart pounding. At first glance, it looked like a normal financial statement. But then her eyes caught something— A large, unexplained deposit made to Elliot Vance’s offshore account. From a company called Halcyon Ventures. Claire’s fingers tightened around the page. “I know this name.” Adrian frowned. “How?” She looked up, her stomach sinking. “Because my father used to work for them.” A Past That Won’t Stay Buried

“I completely agree with you.” Claudia rolled her eyes and sagged back in her seat, a little grumpily maybe. “You know this ride wouldn’t be so boring if you could just tell me what’s going on. Honest.” She knew she could do a gazillion things on her phone, too, but every time she took it out these days, she ended up stalking Vincent and Claire’s social media profiles. Pure instincts, really, even though she knew they hadn’t updated anything in a long time.

A cold shiver shot through me, curling around my spine. “Execute?” I echoed, my voice dropping. His jaw tightened. “Claudia is working for Blakewood. That’s why she walks around with so much fucking confidence. She isn’t standing on her own; she’s standing on him.” My chest burned, and for a moment I felt like the air in the room had been sucked away. Claudia’s smug little smirks, the way she talked like the game was already hers, it all clicked into place. “That bastard,” I whispered under my breath, clenching my fists on the table.