Fergus Claudel Fraser Novels & Stories

The pride of a man who had put everything into one person and needed that person to be worth it. Had there been something else underneath that pride. Something that looked like relief. Like a man who had made a difficult decision and had spent thirty one years not looking back at it. Gerald reached out. He opened the folder. Clara Caldwell. Born thirty four years ago. Edward Caldwell is listed as father.

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

"To think that a maggot like you is delusional enough to fight against me. How naive! After that, he kicked Claude away. Jeremiah's brutality completely stunned everyone else. When Frederick witnessed the scene, his lips curled into a small, sly smile. Then, he glanced at Thiago. From tomorrow onward, Thiago Drakeford would no longer exist in Rivershire. But Cassian, who was supposed to stay behind Vera, suddenly ran toward Claude. He grabbed one of Claude's arms and quickly rubbed on a particular spot a few times. Then, a crack sounded from the arm.

A message of the day came to my mobile news feed. My eyes widened and I went from shock to laughter. What came into view was an avalanche of headlines, all about Claude. "Just to share some gossip, the Alpha of The Furies Pack, Claude, ended up having a child with his wife's sister even while he's still married. How scandalous!" I came across some news, and the basic idea of it, along with various comments from people who meant well, was included. It seems like everyone has been talking about it passionately.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 01 - 2027 ║ Friday ║ 1st Midnight ║ My heart raced as I watched Killian stride away from me, my mind spinning in both haywire of desire for I don't have any reason why, and for anticipation for my next turn — I knew that it would come soon, and I didn't know if I was ready for what might come.

Fred is a professional in the field, and there is barely anything he can’t dig up. “ Bruno Clark, I want you to dig up everything. Finances, deals, medical records, past scandals, Everything that can break him” Fred chuckled from the other side of the phone “ Are you sure you want dirt? This is looking like a war” I leaned backwards, staring at the directions hallway, where Clara was standing. “ I don’t want a single thread untouched,” I added. “ Got it. 24 hours” he replied and hung up. Hours later, I stood by the bedside watching Clara sleep. Her breathing was slow, peaceful but I knew that peace was temporary.

Fred said, “what do you think I can do bring her back home?“ Fred asked, “actually, I don't know, but you can speak with Richard, he knows better the me “ Clara retorted, “you are right, I will speak with him on phone later In the day” Fred said, “how Is mom and dad?“ Clara asked, “they were fine at home” Fred retorted, “Clara take care of yourself” he said, and he ended up with the phone conversations, Fred was devastated and frustrated, he was confused of what to do and he packed his bag and he returned to his mansion, and he tried Fathia's probe number again, and she refused to pick up the phone call,

Ian glanced at her and spoke with a vague smile. “Aunt Claire, you deserved this. Do you know who that man is? He’s not just Nicole’s boyfriend. He’s also the only person who can go against Eric Ferguson. His name is Clayton Sloan, but not many people know about his background. Do you know how many strings my grandfather pulled to be able to invite him over?” Claire's face slowly grew pale. "What? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Mrs. Carter also looked at him in shock. "Yes, why didn't you say that sooner?"

Clare’s shoulders, which had been tensing up as they rowed so that it hurt to move, now suddenly began to release again. ‘It was nothing,’ she said, thinking quickly. ‘Fran had a friend in Paris, called Bertrand. Her brother’s pen-pal I think. He just came up to our room for a coffee. Just to be friendly. He wasn’t even as handsome as Fran remembered him to be ...’ Clare hoped that detail had sounded light. ‘And he definitely wasn’t anywhere near as handsome and gorgeous as you.’ She took a risk and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Daniel's face was softening.

I hesitated “Do you know who was in his contact list at the time this happened?” "The same man they mentioned the day he was admitted. Someone named Ferris Murphy, the former agent he seems to have a grudge against." Isla murmured, leaning even closer to me "Don't be mad at me, but I was curious and did some research. Apparently, Murphy is now an art curator and has several galleries across the country. Not only is he famous in the art world, but so is Clyde. They had a partnership that lasted for years, but I can't find out exactly why they broke up. Did Clyde mention anything to you?"