Clyde Mardon Novels & Stories

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.

Damn it. . c.m. louden

It was no other than Clyde Wilson, the youngest arch mage and was referred as the genius of the century for possessing unrivaled mana in his own kingdom. I had only seen Clyde’s face in posters. He was frowning as he looked at Alexander. His wavy golden-brown hair was messy and his polo shirt was crumpled as if he was sleeping and was disturbed by the explosion. He was even barefooted like he magically transported himself here straight from his bedroom. I heard that the city tried to scout Clyde many times before. But he disappeared four years ago and left no traces of him. So, he was in the North all along, and was working with Alexander?

another said. "And how are we sure Riccardo didn't send you?" I asked, still not dropping the gun. "Because we're here to help". "How?", Tommy asked. They exchanged glares. "Do you know The Clyde's family?", one asked. "Yeah, they're like royalties in the society, "Tommy said.

CARMELA THOMPSON I kept glancing between Cyrene and our boss--Cyrus, for what seemed like an hour. There's this heavy silence lingering around us the moment Cyrus stopped us from our trance a few minutes ago. Cyrene scoffed disrespectfully at our boss then without a notice, she grabbed me by my arm then dragged me back to our feet. "I said stop." My heart leaped at how cold and demanding he sounded but that didn't bother Cyrene as she just kept going, dragging me along with her.