Clyde Mardon Novels & Stories

she introduced, stretching her hand for a handshake. Without hesitating, he shook her hands with pleasure. “It's an honor to see you, Mrs Mariah, thank you for honoring our invitation,” he greeted anxiously. “I'm Mrs Clyde, wife of Mr Clyde, founder of CTECH,” Mrs Clyde introduced as they both shook hands firmly. “It's so nice to meet you both. Ryan has told me a lot about you two,” she said with a smile. Ryker frowned as he turned to Ryan. “He has been with you all these while?” Mrs Clyde asked, looking astonished.

Clyde showed a faint smile. “I’m really looking forward to it now… “Is that so? Are you going to kill me? Clyde’s words did not faze Harvey at all. “What? Do you think you can beat me because you know a few moves? “Are you really that confident you can take me down?” Harvey showed a calm look on his face, but his heart skipped a beat. Vince York managed to turn himself into a God of War by taking drugs back in Hong Kong… And Clyde also got this far the same way…

My lungs burned as I finally let it out in a long, shaky shudder. "Thank you," I whispered. It was barely a breath, intended only for him. Clyde didn’t look at me immediately. He kept his gaze fixed on the space where Dianne had stood, his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line. Then, he gave a brief, sharp nod—the acknowledgement of a soldier who had just cleared a path through a minefield. "I don't like people who confuse a silver spoon for a backbone," he said, his voice low and private. "They think the world is a museum built for their convenience. It isn't."

I hate games" Clyde said, pressing the phone. "Wait!" Mason suddenly shouted. "I know some. They are around me too. I see them every day... So, please... don't kill them, I'm begging" Mason cried. "Wow. Okay then. I'm gonna release you and your friends. All you have to do is to bring a vampire to me. Got that?" Mason nodded. "What are you by the way?" Clyde took his eyes to his face. "I perform magic. I'm a sorcerer" "How old are you in the realm of magic?" Clyde asked.

Clyde exhaled exasperatedly, “what did we say about jumping on me?” The head that held the mop of messy dirty blonde hair raised itself from Clyde's chest. Ardyn, if I was remembering his name correctly, still had his arms securely wrapped around Clyde's torso, refusing to let him go. He smiled cheekily at the older, his face not showing the slightest bit of remorse. “That I should only do it when you're prepared and I shouldn't take you for a surprise,” he answered, his accent, combined with how he was panting, making his words sound somehow slurred together.

After an hour in flight the information I had asked for comes through on all of Sandra's friends but one who seems to late to the party. " Ok let's see who we're dealing with shall we" I link the file to the tv and start to give my men a quick briefing "Gorden Clover age twenty-six has a criminal history of assault currently on probation. Hannah Sandoval age twenty student at Hillside community college studying to be a teacher" I hear a few chuckles and comments about if they had a teacher like her but ignore them and continue "Sarah Hall age twenty-two there is nothing else I b her other then her picture and our last guest seems to be a no show but the name on the V.I.P list gave us her nam

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

She had been so happy to see him, embracing him closely during the rehearsal while Donovan observed them in amusement without interfering. Now, amidst the opulence of the ceremony, Fidelis was a silent observer, his heart tethered between concern for Boma's well-being and a fragile hope that perhaps Donovan's rough edges were slowly being smoothed by the transformative power of love. Ronald, Donovan's formidable grandfather and mentor, cut an imposing figure at the lavish ceremony. His presence cast a shadow that loomed over the festivities, his influence a cornerstone in shaping Donovan's domineering and assertive nature.

And Hagrid was the kind of muscle who wasn’t afraid to, or maybe even enjoyed, getting his hands dirty. But Clyde? Clyde, who was Maddox’s right-hand man, who issued more orders than anyone else next to Stetson, and who was masochistic and mean just for the sake of being so, was always the real threat. “He--” Stetson started. “I don’t,” Clyde hissed out, feet echoing on the cold floor of the large garage as he strolled forward, “give a fuck. Stop making fools of yourselves.” His eyes jerked to Gianna and nodded. “This is the doctor?.”

I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club. Derek was nowhere near as nice as the receptionist. He was judging me off the clothes I was wearing. They weren’t designer and they were a little bit faded. I still had some designer clothes from my old life but they barely fit me anymore. I had grown too small and thin for them. Putting food on the table was a problem in itself. It wasn’t common for me to miss meals. “Where did Markos find this filthy girl?” He grumbled under his breath, not caring that I heard every word.