Clyde X Craig Novels & Stories

Sebastian turned and engaged a young female vampire from Chattanooga in a conversation laced with innuendo. "Incorrigible," Shamira muttered through a smirk. Sebastian didn't have an off-switch for his libido. "So what's up, Clyde?" She liked Clyde Pritchard . . . he was kind of like that redneck uncle who let you ride the tractor, pet the hound dog on the porch, and eat way too much ice-cream. He could also rip a man in half when the mood struck him. For the first time since they'd first met, Clyde actually looked nervous. He rubbed the back of his head, then stroked his beard for a second as he struggled for the right words. "Listen, this probably ain't the best place --"

He smiled, that was one hell of a fight. The driver of the black SUV saw a flurry of activity. Geez, looked like someone was doing a remodel. There were trucks and ladders and wheelbarrows. James looked up as Craig walked out of the house with a clip board in hand and looking very official. "How's it going? Need a hand?"

"Now that we've come to this, Mr. Baker, how can I be sure you're telling the truth?" And sure enough, a smile started to spread across Craig's face. He pulled out a photo from a folder and asked, "Does this count as proof?" Gwyneth took the photo. Her heart softened when she saw the person in the photo. It was a photo of her mother, with Craig standing next to her. Craig was a businessman from Utrela. He had decided to come back to Cloustan because the market there offered many advantages over those in other nations. He was being completely honest about his background.

Hughes once again stepped out of the way, but this time swung his fist forward. The sound of bones breaking could be heard, as Hughes's fist connects with Clyde's side, breaking several ribs. Clyde hits the ground, clutching his side, and then glares at Hughes. He pushes himself to his knees before standing up. "I fucking hate you! You and your father ruined everything!" Clyde yelled before charging Hughes again. This time Clyde didn't lunge for him. He slowed down and extended his claws. He swung his hand forward, hoping to slice Hughes' stomach wide open. He could almost picture the Alpha's guts spilling onto the ground.

"Sorry, I am sorry, I beg you, I need the money, my mom is dying please, let me do it." "How much do you need?" "Five hundred thousand," Cathy replied to him, he wrote a cheque for her. "Take and don't ever go to that place again." "Thanks, thank you." She wears in a hurry, she held the knob. "What is your name?" Cathy asked him. "Roe Rod!" He said, Cathy hugged him and ran out, Craig's face was covered with sadness when he couldn't find Cathy.

She’s more interested to put him in hell. This time Clyde unbuckled his pants. Yvette rolled her eyes as if she was interested in those firm butts but oh well… she was still looking at it like an interesting movie she doesn’t find worth watching. Clyde has firm legs. He was hairy but not too much. It was enough to make him look hot and manly. With his six feet two height, his physique is in demand when it comes to international modeling companies. He will even pass as one of the hottest Hollywood stars if he’d try his luck in showbiz…

“Yes, we’re finally home, Daddy, and Mom.” Clyde’s journey home had not been without its challenges. Not more than a few days ago, he had survived a gunshot wound while protecting Xander and me, shielding his own body from the bullet meant for us. The ordeal left both physical and emotional scars. Despite it all, he had remained resilient, his determination to return to us driving him forward. To ensure our comfort and privacy during the trip, Clyde used his private jet, a symbol of his success and the means to reunite everyone.

Until the very end, the two partners in crime are two partners in prison. Xander was the one to submit it all on that night when he knew about the real cause of Gabbie's miscarriage. The case lasted for two months but in the end, Clyde and Jameson didn't win. Eight months ago, during Xander's medication that seemed like a siesta for his nemesis, he gathered information about how Clyde manages the company with the help of his driver that also became his only assistant left. Worse luck, Clyde, that smarty-pants took advantage of his power to gain more profit even if it's going illegal.

I asked because I didn’t hear what they talked about. ‘Aren’t you listening?” Confused Cassie asked me. “Sorry. I saw Clyde. Right there.” I said and pointed Clyde’s direction. Well, Clyde Ramirez is my best friend since 4th grade. I met him in 4th grade because we’re seatmates. Before I even knew I have these charms and everything. Cassie also knew him. “Tss.” I heard Drake said. What’s his problem? “Oh, really? I didn’t know he go here to. Let’s talk to him later” Cassie said excitedly.

“The house owner is back.” Philip yawned lazily when he saw Hayden alighting from Zenos' car. Craig leaned back on the chair and eyed Zenos's car with envy, his phone on his lap. “That's an expensive brand of car I've been eyeing for a long time; unfortunately, it's a limited edition, and there are only five of them in the world.” He uttered with a sigh. “Who's the person Hayden is with?” Craig looked down at his phone and saw that Sean had yet to reply to his message. His bright eyes dimmed upon thinking that Sean wouldn't be coming again.