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

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.

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.

I can't help but hold onto the seatbelt that is keeping me safe ever since we hit the road. The night is still young and cold, as cold as this man beside me. He never spoke nor looked at me after we got out of the club. I could still tell that he is mad but he has calmed down a bit, thank goodness! I don't think I can handle another beast like Cyrus at the moment.

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.

but I didn’t move, just stood still, like I was waiting for more drama to unfold. “Stella...” “Ferguson... you,” Claudia barged in, her heels dragged on the tiles, throwing papers to Ferguson’s face. She started laughing hysterically, “I don’t know what spell she casted on you, but you need to snap out of it now.” Ferguson didn’t move an inch but picked up the paper, the side of his lip growing into a wide mocking smirk, “oh... you’ve seen the news already, that was kind of slow since I literally held a press conference.”